For a very brief moment, I was so close to finally feeling every solid inch of him… above me, inside me, behind me.
Oh God!
The thought of him taking me from behind fills my mind with so many possibilities—his fist wrapped around my hair, him taking me hard and fast, the palm of his hand landing on my arse cheek with a punishing slap.
I let out an audible groan and fan my face. This flat, although spacious and luxurious, is awfully stifling in this summer heat.
Making my way over to the freezer, I hunt through the drawer, desperate for one of my go-to vices—ice cream.
But of course, I come up empty-handed. Who doesn’t have at least one tub of ice cream in their freezer?
My brother, that’s who.
Resigning myself to the fact that there’s no other option, I’ll have to go and procure some. There is no way I am making it through tonight without at least a few different flavours to keep me company.
I grab my purse and then look down at myself, thinking better of my current attire. Going to the spare room, I pull on a pair of jean shorts and, begrudgingly, a bra under my oversized t-shirt before slipping on a pair of flip-flops.
Outside, I’m instantly hit by a wave of intense, uncomfortable, muggy heat. If I thought it was hot inside, it’s positively melting out here.
As luxurious as these apartments are, air conditioning isn’t something even these can facilitate. Which is probably fine for the most part. After all, this is English weather we’re talking about, but that being said, the heat here hits on a whole other level.
Needless to say, wherever I end up renting, the best I can hope for is a top-of-the-range fan as a housewarming gift that maybe Ric will get me. I’m guessing that will not be happeninganytime soon. I have a small amount saved towards a deposit, and I know my dad would help me if I asked, but my mum would never let me live it down. I still can’t believe her and my dad ever had a thing, even if only fleeting. They are so vastly different.
And yet they both love me, so they can’t be all that different.
I take a slow walk to the local express supermarket and people-watch as I go. There are a lot of people milling about, either heading straight out of work or meeting up with friends. It’s the perfect weather for it, too.
Inside, I grab a basket. Thankfully, the supermarket is cool, so I make the most of the reprieve. It takes me way longer than it should to choose which flavours to get. After staring into the glass window of the chest freezer for what is likely a socially unacceptable amount of time, I end up grabbing three tubs.
Strawberry, frosty vanilla, and, of course, mint chocolate chip.
I want to say that is all I intend to buy, but that would be a lie. It’s Friday night, so I think I’ll splurge. Making my way to the wine aisle, I grab a bottle of Summer Berries Rosé, which isaffordable and yet cheerful.
There’s a huge bag of nachos with my name on them that I put in my basket, and then when I spot the popping candy, I grab a handful of packets, because why the hell not? Oh, the joys of being an unsupervised adult.
My arms ache by the time I get back, and it takes me a minute to find the key fob to get back into the apartment building. My t-shirt is sticking to me like a second skin, and my shorts are chaffing my inner thighs.
Upon entering the lift, I place my bags down, stretch out my cramped fingers, and stare at my reflection. My cheeks are red and my hair is slightly frazzled but thank goodness for the messy bun.
I tug at my t-shirt, grateful that I actually had the foresight to put on a bra because under-boob sweat is bad enough while wearing one.
Stepping out of the lift, I head towards my brother’s apartment and place a bag down to dig around one-handed in my purse.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I groan out loud, and the urge to stomp my foot is real.
I grabbed the fob, but not the front door key, of course.
Because I’m flaky like that.
“Shit, shit, shit.”
“Bow?”
I jump, dropping the other shopping bag I was holding, my heart racing.
At least it wasn’t the one with the wine.
My brother’s laughter echoes in the expanse of the hallway, and that’s when I remember his ring cam.
