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Naomi watched me, understandably perplexed at why I was still clinging to her like a man hanging on a cliff. That’s how I felt most days. I went through life just hanging on long enough, hoping someone would peer over the edge and notice. When I met her eyes again, for a second, I thought I saw recognition. Whatever I saw quickly faded when Darius made loud kissing noises and the girls started laughing.
I tried my best not to picture him gripping other parts of my body, but damn, his hands would look ten times better around my neck. What the hell is wrong with you?
My stomach twisted at the thought of telling her the truth. Hey, we’ve already met. I live above you and we tolerate each other. Well, you tolerate me. Meanwhile, I pine. Hard.
“Actually, there was a sale going on, so I got a great deal.” “Oh?” “Yeah. People named Naomi got one hundred percent off. So, I name-dropped you. Told them I knew one of the best Naomi’s.”
“Then, what’s wrong? Your mood changed.” I shook my head when she tried to smile. “Don’t do that. Not if you don’t mean it. You don’t have to force yourself to smile around me. I don’t need that to feel comfortable. Being around you, in any mood you’re in, makes me…comfortable. I asked because don’t you want to be comfortable, too? You can be sad if that’s what you need.”
“I…I want to kiss you,” she blurted. “Like, a lot right now.” My stomach dropped. Wasn’t expecting that. She let out a whimper of embarrassment. “You asked me what I preferred, and that was my first thought. I’d prefer it if you pinned me against a wall and kiss me.” I almost laughed because that’d been my dream for the past few weeks. Now that she voiced it, the fantasy felt more like a manifestation. “What? Now you’re looking weird.” She held onto her stomach. “I made it weird. Damn it.” “It’s not weird.” “I’m weird. You don’t have to soften the blow. And don’t kiss me.” I frowned,
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“Kiss me up here,” she pleaded. “Please, kiss me on my lips.” I think I liked begging. I wondered if old Finn did.
Note to self: buy a silk pillowcase. That would make her more comfortable sharing my bed.
