Does she want to be alone with me?
“With Dad.” I push her out in front of me, catching her as she grins widely. “Family movie! Can I pick?”
I cup her face, eyes unable to move away. I knew she was pretty. More than pretty. She looks like a mix of Marilyn Monroe and Megan Fox. Nothing but average all around me on campus, nothing but pretty and plain—nothing like her.
I open my mouth to say something but shut it again. “You can pick, of course,” I finally say.
She pops her mouth open, thinking. “Labyrinth?”
There she is.“Yeah.” I smile at her. “Labyrinth. He turned the world upside down for her.”
“He did.”
“And you think that’s romantic?”
“He wouldn’t move the stars for her, so no. I’d say he has to work on his devotion and priorities.”
That was a message from her, maybe?I moved her stars. I put them all over her ceiling.
“Go get into your pyjamas.” I drop my hands and watch her stroll into her room. My cock thickens in my jeans at the sight of her arse in those tight denim shorts. The door doesn’t close all the way. I stand there and look at the thin slit, the entrance to her room.
I clench my teeth.
A memory comes back: two weeks ago, I was trying to fuck this pretty blonde at a party. Knelt between her thighs. Her pussy glistening at me. My cock… soft.
“What’s wrong with you?” she said.
I grabbed my cock and choked it, fucking my fist, trying to get hard. Nothing happened.
“It must be you,” I said.
She sneered and stood up, climbing from the bed, and I slumped on my back and scowled at the ceiling. Thinking about how Blesk missed my call that night.
What’s wrong with me?
What’s wrong withme?
Blesk Bellamy.
“I’veturned my world upside down foryou.”
I didn’t watch the movie. I watched her watch it. Dad fell asleep on the couch, and I carried her to bed when she joined him in slumber.
That’s what I do.
Take care of her.
Her long lashes flutter open to find me hovering over her on the bed. I remove my hand from my pants.
She peers up at me, from her pillow, confusion on her pretty face, her left cheek set aglow from her side light.
It’s dark in here.
“Erik?” She rubs her eyes. “What time is it?”
Branches scrape on her window.
“You were having a nightmare,” I lie. My hands are already on her sheet, pulling it down. Her eyes pan down my bare chest to my boxer briefs, before popping back up. Did she see my erection? “I realised something today,” I go on. “When you were with that boy. You’re going to want to date?—”
