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“Definitely. Try it with this skirt.” I glance over and AJ’s handing me a black flowy shirt in the similar fashion of the top. It’s gorgeous.
And short. Not hooker short, but definitely not the knee-length ones I have at home. This one hits mid-thigh.
“You have killer legs. Show them off,” she says, handing me the skirt. “Trust me.”
Famous last words. Last time I trusted one of my sisters, I ended up singing karaoke solo to Madonna, while pretending to have a cone bra. Did I mention that was last year?
“Fine, I’ll try them on. Doesn’t mean I’m getting them,” I tell her, snatching the skirt from her extended hand. She doesn’t say anything, just smirks before grabbing another pair of denim capris.
As I’m heading towards the dressing room, I find myself in the lingerie section. Normally, I would bypass the entire area. Comfy cotton bras and low-rise panties all the way. Simple. But a light colored turquoise lace demi bra with matching panties draws my attention. The color is striking.
“Oh, that’s gorgeous. You should get that too. The color is light enough that you won’t see it through the shirt,” she says holding up my purple top.
“You think?” I ask, running my fingers along the coarse lace. “I’m not a fan of thongs, though.”
“So, there are other styles,” she reminds me. One-handed, she starts digging through the different varieties and styles. “You’re not getting these,” she adds, tossing the ones similar to my normal style aside. “You’re gonna live a little. Oh, what about these? Payton says boy-cut shorts are the most comfortable panties out there. I’m partial to my thongs, but I have to admit, they do look comfy. Plus, they cover all of your bits and pieces.”
“True,” I say, glancing at the delicate pair of panties. They’re lace in front and satin in back. There’s just enough material to cover my butt cheeks, which is important to me when it comes to panty purchases. Grabbing the pair she’s holding, because I know she already found my size, I head for the dressing room.
Fifteen minutes later, we’re both heading out with a bag of our purchases (her bag bigger than mine). Across the way is the local body and bath store, so I follow behind until I’m inundated with a wild mixture of fruits and flowers. Part of me wants to get my standard flavor–it’s comfortable, you know–but the other part is daring me to be bold and try something new. AJ gets this sweet Asian scent that smells exotic and rich. I usually go for the vanilla or apple scents, but bypass those and head down to where she’s standing. The one that draws my attention has flowers on the front, but with a hint of something musky. It reminds me of Levi. No, not that he wears anything resembling flowers, but because of the deep, heady musk. A shiver runs through my body when I think about how good he smells. God, he could just finish with a run and I’d still want to slide my nose along his entire body, drinking in his scent.
See what this stupid crush is doing to me? It makes me want to smell his sweaty body.
But I can’t help feel that way, especially after our night together watching The Brady Bunch and eating crepes (which I finished off two days later). He was, I don’t know, attentive in a way he’s never really been. When our eyes locked, I swear the earth shifted or something. And when he touched my lip and licked off the goo with his own mouth? I almost orgasmed right there.
We’ve texted or seen each other every day since and I still get this crazy feeling when he’s around. His eyes never leave mine, and I swear he’s all but drinking me in. The other night when he went to leave, I walked him to the door (like I usually do). When we got there, he did that thing again with my hair where he holds a strand of it in his big hands and sort of just feels it. His eyes were intense and I’m pretty sure I wasn’t even breathing. His forehead kisses linger longer, or at least they do in my mind, and I got the biggest panty-wetting smile when he finally headed across the hall.
See? Confusing.
“What’s got you all tied up in knots in your own mind?” AJ asks beside me.
I contemplate on how much to say to her, but she’s my sister, and I tell them almost anything. “Levi.”
She glances over at me, her eyebrow raised. “Go on.”
Setting a bottle of lotion and body wash of my new scent in the basket with her stuff, I turn to give her my full attention. “None of this leaves us.” She takes her finger and makes an X over her heart.
“Things are weird between us.”
“Weird how?”
“Well, not really in a bad way, but I might be reading the situation wrong. It’s not like I have a lot of experience with this kinda thing, you know? Anyway, it makes me wonder if our feelings for each other might be going deeper than friendship.”
“You mean you both want to screw each other’s brains out?”
“God, AJ, it’s more than sex,” I whisper. “And we’re not even…there. It’s more of this feeling I get around him. At first I thought it was a stupid crush, but then he started to look at me…differently. Like he wants to eat me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
“Oh, he wants to eat you, all right.”
“Would you stop with the sex? I can’t even think about going there with him,” I tell her, even though I’ve thought about it a lot lately.
“Okay, okay. So what’s the big deal? You’re friends who flirt? Maybe you should go out and see if anything more sparks.”
“I can’t just walk up to him and say, ‘Hey, Levi. I know we’re friends and all, but would you like to take me to dinner so we can see if this crazy feeling I have when you’re around is mutual?’”
“Why not? Girls ask out guys all the time. Hell, I ask out guys all the time.”
“Yes, but you’re a vixen. I’m boring.”
