Page 25 of Mark Us Little Bear
“The Devil,” I nod up and down, liking the sound of it, “That’s a good nickname, maybe I will start calling you that from now on.”
“Whatever you want, Ronnie.” Once more, he tightens his arms around me. “Through thick and thin…” he starts, waiting for me to continue.
It only takes me a minute to come up with, “Through blood and tears.”
“Through oceans and crazy grandmas.”
“You’re my…”
“Ride,” Luka’s enthusiasm resounds in his voice.
“Or die.” I finish, jumping with him in place.
Joyful expressions cover our faces. We hug each other excitedly like we cracked the code to some next-level game in minutes.
I smile to myself as the memory slowly fades.
“Get cozy on the couch roomies,” Bradley skipping on the balls of his feet, his favorite black sweatpants hugging his toned legs, and my Metallica t-shirt hanging on top.
Wait… my eyes move to Amber as she walks out of the hall wearing another t-shirt of mine that hangs above her knees. She slightly lifts her hand to tie her hair back, exposing parts of her lush thighs, then settles on the couch with Teddy by her side.
“I see you’re comfortable wearing my t-shirts.” I declare loud enough for the both to hear.
Amber peers up at me, lips parted. “Oh, I thought it was Bradley’s. He gave it to me last night.” And she’s still wearing it today even though she has her clothes.
I smile because it looks better on her.
“Mine were dirty so I gave her yours.” Gathering a few spoons in his hand, Bradley shrugs his shoulder.
“So, I assumethatis the same reason you’re wearing mine as well.”And it looks fucking sexy on you.
“You know how that saying goes what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine. Roommates edition.” He laughs wholeheartedly. “Amber if you decide to stay this is rule number one.”
“Noted,” she giggles, grabbing the remote and browsing through Netflix. “What are the other rules?”
I playfully reply, “That is not a rule and there are no rules. He’s just unfamiliar with the wordprivacy.”
Thick winged liners decorate her eyelids, accentuating her eye color and the little freckles she has on her cheeks and nose—I couldn’t stop staring at her in the restaurant looking so vibrant and a million times herself.
The light from the TV flickers in her irises and hits her forehead, cheeks, and the tip of her adorable nose.
Then my eyes slide to Bradley who props his ass between us. His burst fade leads to a messy pile of lazy inky waves on his forehead when he rakes his hand through it. Dark, long lashes fan his prominent gray irises. Two silver rings pierce his nose, and I bite my lip when a grin stretches his plumped bottom lip to the sides.
“Okay. This bag has lots of goods.” He sifts through it. “Chunky-Monkey for you, Bear.” He hands the ice cream pint to her. “Passion fruit for you, Princess.”
I shake my head at that nickname and take it from his extended hand. Then my gaze falls when he drops a Skittles pack on the couch between us.
“Your favorite.” His hand briefly hovers above mine, sending a jolt of heat to my core.
“Thanks.” I turn my gaze away and open my pint of ice cream.
I’m not afraid to be with him. I look forward to it. I never denied myself love in any form it came into my life yet I never had a crazy roommate who chased me this hard. When we have our moments, euphoria buzzes in my head. Right now, I enjoy seeing him chasing, drooling, and getting frustrated when things don’t go his way but I know how patient he is.
I know he is here for the long run, waiting for me to be ready for him.
It is my fantasy, to be with a man and a woman. But it was always that, a fantasy. Instead of being inside one, I wrote the one I crafted in my head. Yet, this is a whole new game and the only one who can give us the green light is Amber, if she is even interested.
As much as saying this in my head sounds crazy I bet it would sound crazier when I’ll say it aloud.It’s stupid.Bradley is just getting inside my head with his insinuations.
