Page 130 of Pucking Matt
Crew: Dude, this isn’t your first rodeo. You had Maddie
Matt: Maddie and I had an A to B relationship. This is way off
Harvey: True
Matt: I couldn’t tell my mom I broke up with Maddie, so Amber is standing in
Crew: What the fuck
Harvey: You didn’t mention that. I thought she was just going with you
Crew: Same
Matt: My mom thinks we’re together, so we’re faking it for the weekend
Harvey: Wait this is genius
Crew: It might be the ticket
Harvey: This is how you get her
Crew: Does she know you’re into her?
Matt: I don’t know
Crew: Shit bro, you have to know what you want first
Harvey: Yeah before we say anything more, what do you want?
I stare at the screen, glancing at the time. I take the clothes out of the dryer and walk back to the room. I can text them later because they’re right. I need to know what I want first. It’s clear that the answer is Amber, but in what form?
I knock on the door, hearing Amber’s voice. She must be on the phone with someone.
“What’s the password?” Amber teases, and I smirk.
“Black lace bra,” I call out.
She opens the door with a smug face but she quickly reaches for my cheek. “It’s bleeding again. Come here.”
I walk in, set the clothes on the bed, and sit. Her face is full of concern as she grabs a hand towel from the bathroom and the Target bag. She comfortably stands between my legs as she pats the cut. I stare into her concerned eyes, enjoying the closeness.
“Is your mom going to be upset about this?” she asks, surveying the cut. “It’s bruising now. Did you see it?”
“No,” I whisper. “I glued it instead of getting stitches.”
“I think you might need stitches, Matt,” she says, holding my face with both hands. Her eyes search my face as she inhales. “Do you want to go to the ER to get stitches?”
“Not right now. I can go after the elopement.”
She stares at it. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “Yeah, my mom will kill me if I’m not there.”
She applies the Neosporin and puts the bandage on. “How is this not hurting you?”
“It hurts,” I admit. “Not as bruised as my ego though.”
She laughs, cupping my face. She releases me to grab her bra. My dick flicks when she dangles it while grabbing her shirt and jeans. “Thank you for drying my clothes and letting me borrow your hoodie.”
