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"To be honest, I'm way too drunk right now to figure out how to pull out the sofa bed and find all the bedding for it. So, I'll just sleep on the sofa. Spare pillows and blankets are in this closet here." He says, pointing to a closed door. "The bathroom is right behind this door. And the kitchen is over there, with a mini fridge and some cups. I don't know how stocked it is, but help yourself to anything," Tucker offers. "I'm going to sleep out here," Tucker says, yawning sleepily." He starts to leave, but then suddenly stops and turns our way. "Oh, and just a heads-up, I sleep naked, so don't even think about crawling into bed with me … Nate!" he adds after a little pause and starts laughing at his own joke. I swear to God, this boy is getting a kick out of trying to bring out my possessive side, not that it takes much effort. When it comes to Bella, I’m more than happy to show the world just how possessive and jealous I can be.
"Do you guys need anything else?" he finally asks after he stops, smirking at me.
"No, we're good; thanks again, bro," I reply as I lead a very sleepy Bella into the room and close the door behind me.
I stand there, debating what to do. Normally, I would strip and sleep in my underwear, but I don't want her to get the wrong impression. Finally, I decide she probably won't mind, given how long we've known each other. So I strip down to my boxers. I thought it was a good decision, but when I look over at her, I notice how uncomfortable she looks.
"Are you okay with me sleeping here with you? I don't have a problem sleeping on the floor. I just didn't want to leave you in a strange man's house. I can sleep on the couch with Tucker if that makes you more comfortable." I suggest as I turn to leave, feeling embarrassed and guilty, that I would just assume she wants me here.
"No, please don't go, Nate." Bella grabs my arm to stop me. "It's just that I didn't bring any pajamas," Bella replies timidly.
"How about this? You can sleep in my shirt, and I'll borrow a clean one from Tucker tomorrow. "If you'd like, I can ask Tucker if he has a spare clean one for you to sleep in," I propose, struggling not to feel envious of her wearing his clothing. He's been so good to us and treats me like a genuine friend. "No, your shirt is fine. If you don't mind, of course," Bella replies with a tiny, nervous smile.
"No, here, take it. It's only going to be on the floor all night." I pick up my shirt and hand it to her before turning around to give her some privacy.
It feels like she's taking forever, and my imagination goes wild. I hear a lot of fidgeting and struggling, and I almost turn back to help her but decide against it.I don’t want to scare her,but my mind wanders. In my mind, she struggles to unzip and take off her dress. And although I don't want to admit it, I also imagine what's underneath it, her perfect naked curves.
"All done," Bella sings tipsily shortly thereafter. "Is this okay?" she asks, spinning around in a circle to show me my black t-shirt, although I know for sure it never looked that good on me.
Wow, is that okay? Is she serious about this?I have to fight hard with my mind to think of other things likekittens being hurt, math, and Gabe's smelly feet.
Just to keep my boxers from showing howokay,she looks. My top fits her perfectly, and she looks like a freaking goddess. She's taken her hair out of its high ponytail and styled it into a gentle braid. It hangs over one shoulder softly, and my t-shirt hugs her chest and falls to just above mid-thigh, showing off her beautiful, soft legs. I get the pillows and blanket from the closet next to me and turn off the light so that only the low streetlamp from outside illuminates the room. I pray that this will be enough to hide me and not give away my dirty thoughts.
" Go to bed, Bella. It's late, and I'll make myself comfortable here on the floor," I say, laying out the pillows and blankets to make myself a makeshift bed on the floor.
"Nate, it's a big double bed. You can share it with me if you like," Bella mutters, refusing to look at me.
I walk over to her and lift her chin with my hand so that I’m looking straight into her eyes for any signs of doubt. "If you want me to come to bed with you, I will. But if that makes you uncomfortable in any way at all, there are pillows and blankets here. I can sleep on the floor instead. I've done it many times before, and I really don't mind. What would YOU prefer me to do, Bella?" I ask, still holding her chin softly.
"Can you come lie down with me, Nate?" She replies so quietly that I almost miss it. We climb onto our sides of the bed, leaving a large gap between us. We're both lying on our backs, awkwardly staring up at the ceiling. When I glance at her, she appears either lost in thought or half asleep. Meanwhile, I'm lying here, desperately wishing the bulge in my pants would vanish without a trace. I feel her slowly roll over onto her side and whisper, "Nate... Nathaniel, are you still awake?"
"Yes, Bella, I'm awake. Is everything alright?"
"I'm a little cold and uncomfortable. Would it be okay if I moved a little closer?" she whispers again.
I scoot my body over, reaching out my arm and pulling her closer to me until she's just inches away from me.What I wouldn't give to close that gap and hold her in my arms, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against me.
"Is that better, Bella?" I ask.
"Yes, but there's something I need to tell you," Bella confesses, suddenly sounding nervous. I turn on my side, so we are face to face, trying to calm myself down. Because if she tells me now that she already has a boyfriend, I might explode. "I'm listening, Bella," I assure her softly.
"The thing is, I don't know if it matters; it's not really a problem anymore, but …"
She fumbles her words so quickly that I have to stop her. "Bella, slow down. Whatever you are trying to say, take your time; I'm not going anywhere," I promise quietly.
Bella takes a deep breath before revealing, "Well, I've never really done anything like this before. At least not willing, and I don't really know how…"
Without intending to, I cut her off again. "Bella, slow down. What do you mean bywillingly? Just start at the beginning." I coax, feeling my blood boil as I pray that she's not going to tell me what I think she is, and that it's just my traumatized mind thinking the worst. When she doesn’t speak, I reach out to touch her face, but she turns away, rolling onto her back, so she’s no longer looking at me.
"When I was younger, my father had a friend from work who came to our house often. He had a daughter who was a similar age and an older son, so our families spent a lot of time together. She'd sometimes stay the night at my house, and I'd sleep over at hers." I can hear in Bella's voice that she's struggling to find the words. "Well, the older brother, I think he was about five years older than us, used to make me play doctor with him." I feel Bella begin to stiffen, and I silently beg that this story doesn't play out the way I think it might.
"Well,Doctorwasn't the fun game it seemed. He forced me to undress for him."
I see her eyes gaze off and become distant, as if she's lost in the memory for a moment, and it shatters my heart. I almost can't bear to hear what she might say next. To my relief, she quickly adds, "He never actually touched me, thankfully." I want to reach out, hold her, and make those words stop, but I know that is the last thing she needs right now. And even though I'd love to get up, find this boy, and kill him. I do my best to stay calm and listen.
God, it must take so much courage for her to open up to me like this. She's so tiny, I wonder where she even finds it.
"Why didn't you ever tell me about it, Bella?" I ask in shock.
