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The next thrift store ends up being an even bigger miss. I sit in a recliner that must be meant for a giant. I actually sink into it, but it’s a hideous yellow, and even I have to draw the line somewhere. This thing is atrocious. Maybe I’ll put it in Travis’s room.
I go by the grocery store to replace my ice cream, cookie dough, and wine supply. Looking at my cart, I feel guilty and throw in the things I need to make a salad with turkey for dinner.
By the time I finish everything, it’s five o’clock, and I head to the house. When I get home, I’m surprised to find Travis there. His car sits next to my parking spot, and I don’t get out for a full minute, working my courage up. I come in to find him standing at the kitchen counter. He grins as I walk in, and rushes over to take the bags from me.
He’s wearing an impossibly tight black Under Armor tank and gray basketball shorts. My mouth dries as my gaze roams over his perfectly sculpted abs. I have to force my eyes to move back north to look at his face, instead of his body.
“Like what you see?” That cocky bastard.
“I... I was just wondering what the heck you are doing here… all sweaty and stuff,” I huff.
“My dad wanted to rethink the plans for the greenhouse after we already got it started,” he says, “so I had the afternoon off and went for a run.”
“Oh,” is all I can say for some reason. It’s like I’m drawing a blank, or maybe all my brainpower is working toward not looking down at his abs again.
“I bought pizza because you’ve been really cold to me,” he says, “and I thought some cheese and pepperoni might win you back over.”
I blanch, “have I?”
“Nina,” he looks at me all serious and brooding like, “you know you have.”
“I’m sorry.” Kinda, but not really. “I’ve just been upset. My roommate was the worst, and I feel bad we’re in this situation with no furniture.”
“I’m going to get some furniture for you. Just tell me what you like,” he says.
“You don’t have to do that. I can get my own furniture.” What the hell is he trying to do? Buy himself off my shitlist? Pizza, however, does sound good. Damn, my diet just keeps getting pushed back.
“I was planning on eating healthy tonight.” I pull out the lettuce and wave it at him.
“Just have a slice or two.” His eyes glitter in the lighting, and I’m mesmerized by them. “I got it from Antonio’s.”
Immediately, I drop my grocery bags. “Oh, well… I guess I could have a couple slices, it wouldn’t hurt,” I tell him, and grab the box from the counter. Opening it, I inhale deeply. “Salad is more like a lunch food anyway…”
* * *
“Yes, it can definitely wait till tomorrow.” He winks at me, and small butterflies take flight in my stomach. Why does he have to be so charming? Bringing me my favorite pizza and shit.
I grab a soda from the fridge and take a slice of pizza before sitting down on the floor in the living room. Travis does the same and sits down a few feet away from me. For a few minutes, we eat in silence. Well, actually, it’s not quite silent. Really, it’s a bunch of chewing sounds you wouldn’t usually notice if the TV or radio was on like in a normal apartment.
“Tell me about your roommate,” he asks, catching me off guard.
Why does he want to know about my roommate? I almost don’t want to tell him about her. I don’t want to share anything with him. But what else am I going to do? Not talk to him at all?
“Well, for starters, she was always up all night, making these crazy YouTube videos. She had people in and out all the time, and one time, she had an orgy, and there were people painted with like colorful paint, rolling around on a sheet in the living room.” I shake my head at the horrid memory. I need to bleach my eyes to forget the images it took in that day.
“You’re kidding me,” he snorts, “she makes YouTube videos?”
I laugh, after everything I said, he chose to comment about the YouTube videos over the paint orgy? He stretches out on the floor, his basketball shorts tightening on his ass when he pulls his leg back. I look away and swallow. It’s been a while since I had any dick, but I’m not that desperate.
“Do you want to see one?” I say, not sure if I’m taking things in a dangerous direction.
“Yeah, just let me grab a quick shower.” I nod enthusiastically, too enthusiastically. Tone it down, Nina.
I get up and grab another slice of pizza before putting my healthy purchases away and rush the ice cream and cookie dough into their hiding places. Not that I think he would eat them, but I can’t be too sure.
When he comes back into the kitchen, he smells amazing, and I breathe him in. I already know the scent because I inhaled everything he put in the shower when he left for work. Like the weirdo I am, but on him, it smells a million times better. Refusing to let his amazing scent get to me, I pull up YouTube on my phone and show him the screen.
“So, this one was my favorite. She did the pepper challenge, where you eat peppers, right? But, being Vicki, she either thought she wanted to change it or just did it wrong. I haven’t determined if she acted dumber than she was.”
