Page 33 of Every Inch of You
Chapter Ten
VIVIAN
Iwokeup with a head full of evil cotton candy, in an unfamiliar room, wearing jeans and a bra. I seemed to recall a young blonde fellow talking about taking me home the night before, but as soon as I saw the bucket and towel next to the bed, I knew I was at Brad Mitchell’s place. He’s the only guy who’d be that considerate. If only he had been a littlelessconsiderate and removed more of myclothes.
I patted the soft flesh that pooched out from the top of my jeans. It was getting more toned by the day, but I didn’t have a flat belly and prominent hip bones yet. I slowly sat up, and was surprised that I didn’t have more of a headache. I reached for the glass of water, gulped it all down, and slowly made my way to the bathroom. I was confident that I wouldn’tvomit.
After putting on my Fuck Me sweater—the one that didn’t work on Brad—I tiptoed out into the open living room area, expecting to find him on the couch. He wasn’t there. I saw a door that was closed and poked my headin.
Brad was asleep in the bed, with a tiny black kitten curled up asleep on his forehead. My heart nearly exploded. I pulled my phone out from my back pocket and took a picture, then sent it to him. My phone battery was at five percent and my Vivian battery was at about the same low level. I couldn’t believe it was ten-thirty. Justin Timberlake had probably peed on every surface of my house by now. I really didn’t want to wake either of these two beautiful beings up, but I had to get home. I shut the door and tiptoed to the foot of the bed. “Hey, sleepy heads,” Isaid.
Brad’s eyes slowlyopened.
“Don’t move,” Isaid.
Watching him realize that LB was curled up on top of his head was pretty adorable. He smiled, his dimples in full-effect. It had been so long since he’d smiled like that around me that I had forgotten he had dimples. Dear God, he was delectable. He couldn’t help but laugh, and that little bit of movement woke the kitty up. She stretched and stepped off of his head onto thepillow.
“I sent you a picture. You’ve made amazing progress with her in a week,” Isaid.
“I know,” he said, genuinely happy. “She’s pretty great. She’s way better at stretching than youare.”
“I don’t want to rush you, but I need to get home. Should I get anUber?”
“No, I don’t want you waiting around outside my house, someone will seeyou.”
That was not the response I wasexpecting.
“I’ll drive you, I just need a minute. Did she poop in the litterbox?”
I checked the litter box. “She did indeed! Solid. Good size and formation. Where’s her food, we should feed her before wego.”
“I’ll get it,” hesaid.
He sat up in bed, his naked torso in full view. If I’d had a fork, I would have stabbed myself in the thigh with it right then, becauseholy fuck. So unfair to have to see that and not be able to touch it. So. Un.Fair.
He twisted around to pick up the kitten, who complained about being manhandled by him—crazy animal. Then she allowed him to cradle her in his arms, against his chest. It made my ovaries ache. He was so blatantly smitten with the kitten, and was lavishing all of the affection onto her that he was withholding from me. It was cute, but it hurt. Like being stabbed in the heart with a Hello Kittyknife.
While he was mixingup the watery kitten food, I apologized for any untoward behavior he may have witnessed the night before. I had vague memories of trying to grab parts of his body and stick my tongue down his throat. “Thanks for picking me up,” I said. “And being a gentleman. I’m sure I didn’t appreciate it last night, but I donow.”
He seemed surprised that I’d said that. I wasn’t entirely sure if it wastrue.
“Sure. Don’t mentionit.”
He got up, handed me a high fiber muffin and then said approximately twenty more words to me between his apartment and my house when he dropped me off, including: “Wear this and keep the hoodie over your head.” He’d given me his sunglasses and hoodie so no one would recognize me. He wasnuts.
Ilooked at him longingly,before I got out of his car. It felt, then, like we would never be lovers. I convinced myself that it would be totally worth it to have him in my life as a friend and personal trainer, and that I really did need to find another guy who would willingly put his penis in me. Someone who didn’t tell me I had blowjob lips. I’d have to meet someone when we were sober, and since I refused to date anyone from work, or to use a dating site, that meant the only place I’d meet a sober guy was at thegym.
