Page 93 of Here's to Yesterday

“Who wants to hear moremusic?”

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It’sabout five to midnight, and I’ve convinced Maura to stay over after my show at Mic’s. That means we are currently attempting to get ready for bed. Sober. For the firsttime.

Getting ready for bed sober is a lot different from getting ready for beddrunk.

Drunk is easy. Sober ishard.

Drunk, you don’t give a shit. Sober, giving a shit is all youdo.

“Did, uh, did you want to use the bathroom first?” Iask.

“Um, sure,” she mumbles as she shuffles off across the hall, closing and locking the door behindher.

I lie back on my bed and let out an unsteadybreath.

Don’t freak out, Tuck. It’s not like you haven’t had sleepovers in the past. And you’ve even had one with Maura before. Kindof.

“Fuck,” I whisper, covering my hands with my face and trying to calm my racingheart.

We’ve spent the last month holding hands, touching and kissing, so it’s not like I’m unfamiliar with Maura physically. But having her sleep over? Different ballgame. Sharing a bed with someone you have feelings for is intimate asfuck.

We’ve had a stellar night together. After I played her song, I finished my set and then spent the rest of the night hanging out with her and our friends. It was all so easy andnatural.

Now? I’m nervous. I want to kiss her, hold her, touch her in places I’ve been longing to for months. I wanteverythingwith her. But I have no idea if she’s ready for thatyet.

“I’mready.”

I spring up instantly, terrified I accidentally said all that outloud.

“Huh?” Iask.

Maura laughs. “I said I’m ready for bed, youweirdo.”

Whew.

“Be right back,” I say, brushing past her and into therestroom.

After doing my business, I walk back into my room to find Maura staring out the window. I notice then that the only thing she’s wearing is one of my t-shirts. The only thing running through my head is how I want her to wear my clothes every day for the rest of my life, because that’s how flawless she is in the shapelessattire.

I also notice that my dick starts to get hard, so I attempt to will my boner down, but it’s not working. Too afraid of taking a chance on Maura turning around and seeing it, I hop into bed and bury my lower half under theblankets.

Good timing too, because as I finish getting situated, she turnsaround.

“This is one hell of a view,” shesays.

I know she’s meaning the one out the window, but I can’t help raking my eyes over her body and suggestively saying, “It sureis.”

She moves quickly, jumping into bed, grabbing a pillow, and smacking me senseless with it before I know what she’sdoing.

But what she doesn’t know is I’m quick too. Once I can get my bearings, I grab the pillow, toss it across the room, and pounce on Maura, throwing my legs over her and pinning her arms down to thebed.

“Get off me, you lard!” she says through hergiggles.

I pull back and smirk. “Lard? Now that’s rude, Maura. You know what rudeness gets ya, don’t you?” I lean down close to her mouth, lightly brushing my lips over hers. I feel her shudder and watch as her eyelids flutter shut. I gently run my lips over her warm cheek, down to her ear. When she’s exactly where I want her, I whisper, “Tickles.”

And then Iattack.

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