Page 162 of Black Flag

“Jesus,” I rolled myeyes when he winked. “If your head was any bigger it’d need its own zip code.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Fine...we’ll get the house, but you’re buyingit money bags.”

“House for us?” he pulledme against his chest looking down at me.

“Yes...house for us.”

Alternator –Jameson

In bed with Sway wastorture.Pure fucking torture.Sure, we had messedaround numerous times today but this was hell. All I wanted was to make love toher, but no...nopenetration foranother eight weeks. No matter how hard I tried, it’s all I thought about whenshe was close to me. I felt every touch, every kiss with a burning intensitythat didn’t fail to shake me to my core every single time.

“I hate this,” I groanedthrowing myself back on the bed.

“Hate what?” Her eyeswere still glued to that retarded reality TV show she was watching.

“This,” I motionedtoward my straining erection. “This is like that goddamn summer all overagain.”

“Huh?”

“Our summer, it’s likereliving it all over again.”

“What are you talkingabout?” her brow creased as she turned her head to look at me.

I sighed dramaticallythrowing my arms over my face. I couldn’t believe she didn’t remember but howcould she really? I never said anything. I never told her how it was her that Iimagined with me intimately back then. She had no idea of all the countless onnightstands I had; I was imagining her as those women. I even went as far assaying her name one time in the heat of the moment with another woman. I thinkat that point, I realized my feelings might be deeper than purely physicaldesires.

“Staying away from you,do you know howhardthat was for me?” I told her after a few moments.

“Apparently not...”

“Well, do you rememberthat time outside of Williams Grove when you fell asleep on my lap and we wokeup like that the next morning? You complained about my...uh...flashlight as you called it, digging into your hip.”

She giggled like Ithought she would.

“Yeah...nota flashlight,”

“Wow,” was all shesaid.

“Wow what?”

“I didn’t know you wereattracted to me back then. I mean, I know we made out occasionally but I guessI just thought maybe it was a means to an end or something.”

I groaned wrapping myarms around her waist, pulling her on top of me. “I don’t know how many times Ihave to tell you this...but I’vealwaysbeen attracted to you in the worst way.” I intoned. “I didn’t know what thosefeelings meant for a long time. That summer...”I shook my head at the thought. “Watching you run around in those tiny jeansshorts you wore all the time and those skimpy tank tops, it was hell.”

Sway giggled again.

“It gets really hard todiscretely adjust yourself when the reason for the hard on, is sitting next toyou or on your lap.”

Anothergiggle.

“Okay, stop with thegiggles...wounded ego here.”

“Wounded you say?”

“Yes, very much, nowheal me.”

“Healing...hmm...whatclassifies as healing?”

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