Page 57 of Feels Like Home
Buzz rolls onto his side, tucking his arms into his chest adorably, and blinks a couple of times. "You wanna sleep in here with me?"
"I'd love to." I lift my hand. "Let me just get washed up, okay?"
He nods, and I can see him struggling to keep his eyes open. I practically run out of bed and clean myself up in record time.
"You still awake?" I ask, slipping under the covers a few seconds later.
"I am," he murmurs, forcing his eyes open to look at me.
"Come 'ere." I motion for him to snuggle into me, and he does, clinging to my body as he lays his head on my chest.
My fingers tangle lazily in his hair. "I really enjoyed what we did," I say to him.
"Yeah. Me, too."
"And I'm sorry I keep making things worse with Zane. I don't know what gets into me, but I will try and do better."
"I know you will, Court."
A few seconds pass by, and then his breathing evens out. I reach over with my free hand and turn off the bedside light, sending the room into pitch blackness.
I don't know what I did to deserve what happened tonight, but as I listen to Buzz sleep in the dark, his body nestled against mine, I know I'm the luckiest guy in the world.
I’ve experienced several life-changing moments in my life so far.
Leaving Clovelly with Dad after Mom cheated.
Walking onto the college campus to pursue my medical career.
Delivering a baby on my own for the first time.
Arriving in Africa with no idea what I was in for.
All big moments that deeply affected me and changed the very fabric of who I am.
I can now add another experience to that list—daily blow jobs. Perhaps not as profound, but life-changing nonetheless.
It's been a week since my successful debut as a life model, a week since the night my best friend and I blew each other for the first time.
Seven subsequent blow jobs later, and I think it's safe to say it's become a daily habit. An apple a day may keep the doctor away, but a blow job a day keeps the doctor coming…and that's a way better health outcome if you ask me.
Best of all, things still feel easy and natural between us. Nothing feels off or awkward. If anything, it's actually made things better, injecting a low-key flirty vibe into our friendship I am very down with.
"Hey," Buzz says groggily, sleepwalking into the kitchen rubbing his eyes. A morning person he is not.
"Mornin'." I hand him his coffee without looking up from the newspaper.
"Thanks." He takes it and hops up onto the counter even though there are three perfectly good stools at the breakfast bar. I stopped pointing that out after the third time he did it.
I flip the page, knowing he's staring at me, like he does every day. In fact, this whole me reading the paper while he sits on the counter and looks at me has kind of become our morning thing.
It's nice and all, but it doesn't hold a candle to our night thing.
I skim through the community notices to get to the police blotter. It's a little more interesting than reading about garage sales and community events. That's more Zane's speed, and since art class night, that name hasn't been spoken around here, which I am perfectly fine with.
Taking a sip of coffee, I angle my face up to be greeted by Buzz's warm, friendly smile. He's wearing a navy-blue cut-off tee withClovelly Fire Departmentprinted along the front, black sweatpants, and nothing on his feet.
That's another new thing I've learned about him since living together. Even in the middle of winter, the guy pads about barefoot. No socks, no slippers, nothing. I've stopped pointing that out, too, but I keep a watchful eye on the thermostat, always making sure the heater stays cranked.
