My hand absentmindedly finds my dick just at the thought of him, then I hear movement in the hallway and I tear it away. And that, right there, is why I'm sleeping up here.
I hear my phone vibrate on my bed. It’s Carey. We said goodnight less than five minutes ago.
I pick up my phone ready to type out;The sooner you go to sleep the sooner you can see me again.But he’s not being needy, he’s being a fucking crazy person.
Sunshine:Knock knock.
My heart jumps into my throat.
I stare at the door handle.He can’t be serious. Then it starts to turn.
It pushes open, and I dash to catch it before it slams against the wall.
Moving out of the darkness of the hall, Carey slumps against the door frame with his hands behind his back. His chest is bare, and the pajama pants my mother bought him are flippantly low on his hips.
“What the fuck, Carey?” I whisper, my eyes glancing over his shoulder to my parents bedroom door. There’s light coming from beneath it, but it’s faint. Maybe a bedside lamp.
“What are you so worried about?” he asks without a care in the world.
“This isn’t funny.”
“It’s not meant to be.”
“Well, whatever it is, it can wait till tomorrow.”
“It can’t actually.” He side-steps away from my hand trying to nudge him back so I can close the door on him, and walks inside my room.
My high school self could never.
I close the door, but don’t let it latch. “We already said goodnight.”
“True,” he says with his hands still behind his back as he takes a casual look around. “But then I remembered I didn’t give you your Christmas present.”
“You said you didn’t get me anything.”
“I said there was nothing under the tree.”
“I don’t want anything.”
“That’s not up to you.”
“Carey, please.”
He looks to the open closet, the single bed, and back to me. “I’m not leaving until I give it to you.”
“Why are you choosing right now to be stubborn?”
He steps towards me. “Because Christmas gifts need to be given on Christmas day, otherwise they don’t count.”
“You’re making stuff up.”
He takes another step. “Am I?”
His bare chest is broad and way too inviting with the closet light cast across it. “You’re already half naked. What more do you want me to see?”
His smile flashes, and he knows I’m beat.
“Hurry up. The longer you stand there, the higher the chance my mother gets up to pee.”
