“You’re not nothing, Luke. You’re not nothing to me.”
“Thanks. I’ve missed you, you know, Mia.”
“What do you mean you’ve missed me? I thought you loved our phone calls.”
“You’re right. Phone calls aren’t everything.”
“Wow, you’re actually admitting that I’m right?” she says softly.
“I am, but let me brush my teeth and you should put on some clothes because?—”
“Because of what?” she says, leaning back slightly, giving me a sexy little smirk.
“Because if you don’t put on some clothes, I may just have to remove the ones that you currently have on.”
“Oh, yeah? And how would you do that?”
“What do you mean, how would I do that?”
“What don’t you understand, how would you do that?” She puts her hands on her lips and juts her chin out. “You would undress me?”
“I’ve undressed you before. I’d do it again.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“I don’t know. Do you want it to be?”
“I don’t want it to be anything,” she says, giggling. I don’t quite know what’s going on between us, but I’m not hating it. In fact, I’m very intrigued by it.
I grab my toothbrush and pick it up and then grab the tube of toothpaste and squirt it on. I start brushing my teeth, and she just shakes her head and sashays back out of the bathroom into the main hotel room. I stare at her pert little ass as she walks away, and for a few moments, I’m disappointed.
I wish she had pulled off her clothes. I wish she’d stood there naked in front of me. I don’t know why. I shouldn’t be having these thoughts about her. I shouldn’t be lusting over my best friend. I didn’t want to make this more complicated for myself or for her.
I finish brushing my teeth, put my toothbrush up, and head back into the bedroom. Mia’s standing there in a long T-shirt and boy shorts. She grins as she looks up at me, one sleeve half off her shoulder.
“I’m going to brush my teeth now,” she says as she walks up to me. “And then I’ll meet you in bed, and we can choose the movie.”
“Sounds good,” I say.
“Yay.” She bounces up and down.
It’s then I notice that she’s taken her bra off and her breasts are pressed against the thinness of her T-shirt. I can make out her nipples through the material, and I try not to groan.
Shit. What is she doing to me? Why is she so sexy? She’s so effortlessly sexy, and she’s going to drive me crazy. The next two weeks are going to be the most intense of my life. I know it. I can feel it in my bones.
I get onto the bed and grab the remote control and start scrolling through the channels, waiting for Mia to get out of the bathroom. She comes back with a slightly wet face, and I watch as she dries it. She grabs a hairbrush and brushes her hair, and I stand up and head toward her. I lightly touch her on the shoulder, and she looks back at me in surprise.
“What is it, Luke?”
“You want me to brush your hair for you?”
“Sure. I’m not going to say no.”
We head back to the bed, and she takes a seat. I sit behind her and grab the hairbrush and brush her silky locks.
She moans slightly as she leans back. “I love it when you brush my hair. It’s so relaxing.”
“I love brushing it,” I say, “though I’m not sure why. I don’t even really like brushing my own hair.” There’s something about just being close with Mia that makes me feel warm, that makes me feel at home.
