Page 21 of Indescribable

I breathe out a laugh. “I know. I’m ridiculous but I haven’t been single in so long and, I guess it’s just new to me. I’m enjoying learning who I am again as a person and part of that comes with…”

“Naked nights alone?”

I bark out a laugh. “Apparently. I have no idea what made me do that, but I have to admit, I enjoyed it. Well, until I embarrassed myself in front of you.”

He gives me a wink and I swear that stupid wink does something to me that I was not prepared for. Nor are his words that follow. “Believe me when I say there is nothing to be embarrassed about.”

I roll my eyes to try to hide my reaction.

“Whatever you say. You weren’t the one caught with your pants down.”

He stands up and tucks his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans. “Want me to drop trou so it’s fair?”

Shaking my head and laughing, I say, “Ha! Absolutely…” He raises an eyebrow. “Not.”

Brock’s smile is downright wicked but he drops back down to the couch. Thankfully. There’s no way I could handle whatever is underneath his clothes after how my body reacted from a simple wink.

“Back to you discovering yourself, naked or clothed, I think it’s a great thing. You’ve spent your entire adult life as someone’s other half, I’m sure it’s natural to take some time finding yourself and learning what you want to do without another person’s input.”

I nod, wanting to finally be done talking about my naked night of embarrassment. Sighing, I shrug a shoulder and change topics. “Want to watch something? A show on Netflix or movie?”

Brock’s expression is unreadable before a smile breaks across his face. It’s the same smile I remember from when we were teenagers and would be hanging out together, just the two of us. We would watch movies, play Xbox, listen to music, whatever we felt like doing. It was never anything crazy, but always fun.

We eat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the food and, for me, anyway, having his company. It’s been so long since the two of us just hung out together.

“You know what this feels like?” he asks after polishing off the last of his burger and fries. I’d already finished my burger but couldn’t eat my fries so without asking, he reaches over and munches away on them, too. It’s a reminder that once upon a time, he would often finish my meals. It’s strange to feel like it’s almost come full circle with us already.

“What?”

“Old times. When we would hang out after school, eating whatever we could find in the fridge and cupboards then watching something on TV. Hanging out in my room – with the door open, of course, because my mom had trust issues once we had hormones,” he adds, laughing.

I start laughing, too, realizing I was just thinking the same thing, which I tell him when I say, “I was just thinking about how you finished my fries like you used to.”

“I can’t let good food go to waste!”

“Same old Brock.”

He groans as he stands, his knees making a popping sound, and I burst out laughing again when he says, “Definitely feeling older these days. I’m going to get some water. Want some?”

“Sure. Movie or what?”

“Absolutely.”

He grabs our trash and I hear him open the cupboard for the trash can, and I lean my head against the back of the couch, feeling content and happy.

My phone chimes with a text and I grab it, seeing that it’s Corbin.

Corbin:I have an idea and you’re not allowed to say no.

Me:Well, now I’m curious.

Corbin:Good. What do you think about getting away for a few days?

Me:No longer curious. Now I’m intrigued.

Corbin:Even better! Woot! I was thinking of going to a spa in Gatlinburg. Or Pigeon Forge. We need a couple of days of solid pampering.

Holy crap, that soundsamazing.I haven’t done something like that in way too long, and just the thought of getting away with Corbin has me giddy.

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