Page 31 of Not Over You

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Nina asks, breaking the spell.

“Sure, let’s do it.” I put my collection away carefully and go out into the living room. I’m glad we’re going to be able to move past last night. I was so worried that she would be angry and hate me for not giving in to her advances, but thankfully, she isn’t.

Once she puts the movie in the DVD player—I didn’t realize her TV had in it—she disappears into the kitchen for a few minutes, before returning, her arms full of snacks.

She flops down on the floor next to me, leaving enough space between us to fit another person. “We really need a couch.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “Maybe we can go look for one tomorrow? Let me buy it, since you bought the other stuff. I live here, after all.”

“Temporarily.” She points out while pointing her index finger at me.

“Long enough for me to want to sit on a couch.”

“Just watch the movie.” She orders and throws me a bag of chips.

The movie starts, and we both dig into the snacks she brought. We talk about the movie, laugh at the funny scenes, and throw snacks at each other in between. Just hanging out with her is the most relaxed I’ve felt in weeks. Why can’t it always be like this between us?

“So, I have to tell you something,” Nina says, and I glance over at her. I have no clue what’s coming, and that kind of scares me.

“Okay.” I sit up a little straighter.

“There is a video of my boob on YouTube, from the Renaissance Fair. It slipped out while we were leaving, and you didn’t even tell me!”

“What?” I have to make sure I heard her right.

“My tit popped out of my dress, and it’s online for everyone to see.”

I dive for the laptop next to her and run away from her with it. She screeches at me to stop but pauses the movie before chasing after me.

I’m laughing as I run away, “I missed it when I was there, so it’s only right that I see it now. I can’t believe I missed it standing right next to you.”

“Oh no, you don’t. I told you that because I thought you’d seen it happen, not so you’d look it up.”

Pouting, I say, “Everyone else is getting to see it, so I should too. Besides, it’s no big deal, I’ve seen them before.”

We both stop dead in our tracks and stare at each other. Great. Just like that, I’ve managed to make it awkward again.

Way to go, Travis.

NINA

Things just took an awkward turn really quick. We sit back down on the floor, and I realize he is still holding my laptop. Yes, he’s seen my tits before, but . . . Well, I don’t particularly know where I was going with that thought.

Honestly, I don’t know what the big deal would be with him seeing it. I haven’t actually watched the video of my boob because I didn’t want to die of embarrassment. What if it looks weird or I’m mid-giant bite of turkey leg?

I crawl over and put my hand on the laptop, but he pulls it away at the last second, so instead my hand lands in his lap. I essentially have my hand on his crotch, and when I realize it, I jump back like a cat getting her paws wet. I jump so far back that I hit the wall next to the door and my head smacks against it with a thud. “Ow,” I grunt as I try desperately to climb to my feet.

By the time I manage the small task, he surprises me by rushing toward me. His hands rest on my hips, and I can feel the heat of his palms through my clothes. They move over my sides and up and down. He’s smiling as his face moves toward mine. Our noses are barely an inch apart as he steps forward, effectively pressing my back into the wall and trapping me between his huge body.

“I want to kiss you again, Nina,” he whispers, and it’s almost like he’s asking for permission. I can feel his hot breath against my lips, and it sends jolts of pleasure surging through my body. A dull throb forms between my legs, and I shift from one foot to the other in a desperate attempt to alleviate some of the ache. Of course, it doesn’t work because the one person I want to do that, can’t.

He looks at me for a minute before raising a brow. I want to say something sexy and cute, but my brain and mouth are malfunctioning. The best I can come up with is, “Okay, so do it.”

Travis leans into me, and I feel like my whole body is one giant nerve. I’ve been anticipating this moment all night, and now it’s about to happen. There is a lot I want to say, but for now, I just want to feel his lips on mine and his fingers on my body. His hands tighten on my sides, and I bring my arms up to wrap around his neck.

I close my eyes and lean forward. However, instead of pleasure, I feel blinding pain as something happens to the back of my head. My scalp is burning.

My hair is caught in the key hook on the wall and somehow has tied itself in a death knot. I awkwardly try to reach behind my head to untangle this mess, but I only end up making the knot worse. I twist and turn, looking like a drunken ballerina that doesn’t know which end is up.

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