Page 80 of The Other Brother
“What are you glad about?” Because I really, really want to know what Cody is thinking right now.
“That this, you know… my first…” He scratches his nose, and his neck flushes. But then his eyes find mine. “I’m glad it’s with you.”
Oh holy hell. My insides don’t know what to do with that. So I just kiss him again instead.
* * *
The next morning,when my brain processes where I am, the first thing I do is turn toward Cody. The things we did last night… I want to make sure he doesn’t regret stuff this morning.
Cody’s already awake. He’s lying there staring at the ceiling with a huge grin on his face.
The tightness in my chest loosens. Okay, so I’m guessing he’s not regretting anything.
“You okay over there?” My voice is still husky with sleep.
“Just replaying some key highlights from last night.”
I shuffle closer to him and reach out to touch his chest.
“You want to keep doing replays in your head, or do you want a reenactment?” My tone is casual as I trail my fingers down towards the fun zone.
“I vote for reenactment,” he gasps.
“Good decision.”
But it doesn’t turn into a reenactment. Instead, it turns to a whole new episode where I’m kissing Cody in different places, trying to catalog all the different sounds I can coax out of him. It’s like the best game ever invented.
Eventually I reach the part of him that’s straining to be touched and proceed to show him exactly what other talents my mouth has besides telling awesome jokes.
When I finish, his eyes are glassy and he’s breathing like he’s just run a race.
And I can’t help my self-satisfied smirk as I flop down on the pillow next to him.
“Did I suck out your brain too?” I ask.
“It feels like it,” he murmurs.
“Then my job here is done.”
But Cody has a determined look on his face as he moves over to hover over me. “My turn,” he says.
“Well, they do say that payback is the best thing ever,” I reply.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not the exact saying.”
“It is in my world,” I say as he starts kissing my chest.
It’s mid-morning,and we’re still in bed.
Cody’s using me as a pillow, and I’m running my hand up and down his arm, trying to contain whatever this is that’s swelling inside me.
Cody lifts his head, shifting off me onto the pillow. He turns to face me, and unconsciously I mirror him so we’re both curled up, staring into each other’s eyes.
“Hey, you,” he says.
“Hey.”
He’s got that Cody look of concentration as he reaches out and traces a finger down my cheek bone and across my jaw. Like he’s a blind man reading braille for the first time.
