Page 16 of Plight
He smells so damn good. And his eyes, those lips … his hands … ARGH!Elliot was so bloody infuriating. I couldn’t remember him ever being that infuriating. Why is he so infuriating?
Sighing, I slumped against the front door and closed my eyes.
“That was interesting.”
My eyes shot open again, and I grasped my chest. “Shit, Chris! You scared me.”
“You blindsiding me with the fact we are dating, scared me.”
“Sorrrrrrrry,” I groaned, rubbing the palms of my hands over my face. “If it’s any consolation, I blindsided myself as well.”
Chris pried my hands from my face and fired me a condemnatory smirk. “Are you gonna tell me what’s going on with Mr Know-It-All?”
I furrowed my brow. “Mr Know-It-All?”
“Yeah. Mr ‘Feet not Paws’, and ‘There’s millions of Chris Mitchells in the world’.”
I laughed, my head falling back against the door. “He said that to you?”
“Yeah. The fucking flog.”
Giggling, I followed as Chris led me down the hallway to the living room where I flopped onto our beanbag. “Technically, he’s right, you know.” Technically? Goddamn it, I even sound like him now.
“Technically, he’s a flog.” Landing with a thud beside me, Chris almost launched me off the beanbag and onto the floor. “So, you and pretty boy geek are fucking, yeah?”
“He’s not a geek, and no, we’re not.”
“He is a geek, and you do want to fuck him.”
“No, and no.”
He pointed the remote control at the TV. “So what’s the deal then?”
“There is no deal.” I squirmed to get comfortable, and to piss him off.
“You’re such a fidget arse.”
“And you’re such a huge arse. Get off! I was here first.”
“No. It’s my beanbag.”
We both growled and wriggled for a few seconds before settling, somewhat uncomfortably, which was when Dudley jumped onto my lap. I patted his ears and made kissy noises at him.
Chris scrunched his noise at us. “So, where’d geek boy come from?”
“His mother’s womb,” I deadpanned.
His head slowly rotated in my direction, exorcism style.
I rolled my eyes at him. “Ugh! Fine. I’ll tell you. But first you have to make me a Milo with the frothy milk, like you did last time.”
He looked at Dudley then to me and shook his head, smiling. “Deal.” Chris jumped up, causing the beanbag to slump and Dudley and I to roll onto the floor. “You’ve never mentioned geek boy before.”
“Actually, I have.”
“When?”
“Well …” I scrambled to my feet, followed Chris into our kitchen, and took a seat at the breakfast bar while he opened cupboards and proceeded to make the World’s best Milos. “Remember when I told you about nearly drowning in a storm drain as a kid with my best friend?”
