“Gerald walked over with his new fiancée, and the guy I had just attack-kissed took complete control of the situation after I silently pleaded with him to help me. He was the best two-minute boyfriend…until he lied.”
“What did he lie about?” Blaire’s brows furrow in confusion.
“He told Gerald that he and I were sleeping together behind Gerald's back for a year. Only he said”—I lean in close to Blaire to whisper—why, I have no clue. Maybe I’m afraid my mom will hear me all the way from her house and slap me with a Bible—“he was pounding into my tight, warm, effing…” I point down to my vagina.
“Vagina?” Blaire finishes my sentence.
“Nope…the c-word.”
Blaire cackles as my cheeks heat up from embarrassment.
“And you know what? I never imagined such derogatory words could be such a turn on, but it was. He has me feeling things I’ve never felt before.”
“I love this guy. We have to find him again.”
I shake my head. “He left before I could even thank him. I feel so bad. I pretty much used him.”
“Well, you shouldn't. Gerald is an asshole and needed to be put in his place. Did you get his name?”
“Ethan.”
“Sexy name.” She waggles her eyebrows. “Next time you see your two-minute boyfriend, Ethan, tell him to kick Gerald’s ass. He sounds like the kind of guy who totally would."
“I wouldn’t want Gerald to get hurt. We might’ve ended on bad terms, but he’s not a bad guy.”
Blaire completely ignores my comment and changes the subject. “I hope you had a great birthday, Nevaeh. You deserve everything and more.” She pulls me into a hug and I hug her back, tears prickling my eyes. There’s so much life I want to experience. I just need to make it happen.
“I had an unforgettable night, and although I’m sure Ethan has forgotten about me by now, I'll never forget him or that kiss."
“I'm sure you have embedded yourself into that man's brain. There’s no way he has already forgotten about you. I wish you would see how damn beautiful you are. On top of that, you’re selfless and caring and have the biggest heart. You’re one of the best people I know, and one day a man will appreciate everything you bring tothe table.” Blaire gives me one more hug before we say good night.
After saying my prayers, I get into bed, close my eyes, and say one last silent prayer, hoping to have sweet dreams of a certain brown-eyed man who made my birthday this year extra special.
FOUR
NEVAEH
It’s Friday night,and I'm standing outside my brother’s door. Since I only have a few days left of spring break, I decided to pay him a visit. Stephen swings the door open and smiles wide when he sees me. “Hey, sis!”
I flash him a quick smile back, happy to finally hang out with him since I haven’t seen him in a couple weeks. He was supposed to meet us for my birthday but ended up bailing at the last minute. Now that I’m thinking about it, I’m glad he didn’t show up because the kiss with Ethan most likely wouldn’t have happened if he were there.
And I’ll never forget that kiss. Or that man.
“Get in here.” He swings the door open wider, stepping aside so I can pass through. As he’s shutting the door, his phone rings. When he looks down at it, a frown replaces the smile he was just sporting a moment ago.
“Give me a second.” He puts a finger up before he answers the phone, walking into the other room. He’s gone for a few minutes before I hear his voice getting closer once again. “Okay, I have to go. I'll call you later.”
He ends the call, gives me a quick kiss on the cheek, then plops onto the couch, only to get right back up when the doorbell rings.
“Did you order Chinese?”
He flashes me a crooked smile as he heads to the front door. “Of course. I feel terrible for missing your birthday. It only makes sense to order your favorite.”
He opens the door and pays the delivery kid before coming back into the living room and setting our food onto the coffee table.
Reaching into the takeout bag, I smell the delicious aroma of Wonton soup and sesame chicken. “No worries, big bro. As long as you feed me this yummy food and watch The O.C. like you promised, you’re forgiven.”
“Fuck. I hate that show, but I'll suffer for you.” Watching television series’ such as One Tree Hill and The O.C. are one of my guilty pleasures. Blaire got me hooked on them, and I’ve watched the reruns at least a half-dozen times.
