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“I’ve missed you so much today,” I tell my bed as I pet the comforter.
TRAVIS
“You know, while you’re here, you could help with the greenhouse,” I tell Lins, who is reading something on her phone while everyone else does all the work.
“The greenhouse would be hurt by me, rather than helped,” she hisses. “I’m not here to help. Your mom just wanted an excuse to get us away from dad. He’s having a rough time right now, and he’s gone insane and broken all the plates in the kitchen.”
“Maybe if you weren’t so annoying, they wouldn’t have sent you away?”
“Funny,” she says, giving me a stink eye. It wasn’t a joke. “I think Brian and I are going to find a place soon; we just have to find new jobs and work through some stuff…”
I try to drown her out while I continue working. I already know way more about their relationship than I’d ever want to. But Mom asked me to listen to her because she’s insecure and needs a friend. I don’t see why that means I have to suffer, simply because she’s got issues.
I know Dad doesn’t quite get along with her dad because of his issues, but being her keeper seems a bit overboard for a grown woman. The fact that my mother is a bleeding heart doesn’t help matters. If my dad even mentioned his brother was giving Lindsie a hard time, then she was already making travel arrangements for her.
When Saturday afternoon rolls around, I’m done with work. We’ve made a good dent on the groundwork of the greenhouse this week. The yard now has the pad down that it will be built on. We just have to start placing some of the frames we’ve been measuring and cutting. Of course, the greenhouse my dad wants is huge. I’m not exactly sure what he wants to grow in it, but whatever he decides to grow, he’ll be able to grow a shit-ton of it. Monday was a literal wash because of all the rain we got, but I’d say for five days work, we did good.
I told my dad since it’s the weekend, I was going to leave at lunchtime today. I couldn’t listen to Brian anymore, who spent a significant amount of time trying to convince my dad he should grow cannabis to get in on the CBD craze.
My dad was not amused by that suggestion. I’m not really sure why he and Lindsie are even here, they aren’t doing much work. Lindsie hasn’t helped at all, but she’s filled me in on every single plan she has for her future with Brian. They haven’t been together that long, but like in her words, she really wants babies. At least that’s what she keeps telling me. She’d named them Corinne and little Brian. Don’t ask me, I’m not about to get in on that shitshow.
When I get ready to leave, my mother tries shoving two bologna sandwiches in my pockets. I decline, but my mother being the stubborn woman she is, insists. Now I’m forced to take the two squashed sandwiches with me.
Nina has today off, and when I return to the apartment, I find the place quiet, but her door is closed. Is she still sleeping? Or taking a nap?
Trying to find something to do, I gather my laundry and throw them in the washer. At least the crazy roommate didn’t take it. I do the dishes and reorganize the fridge before I run out of things to do.
This is the longest I’ve ever waited for Nina to come out of her room. I wanted to spend some time with her. Even though that’s probably a terrible idea. But what else is there to do in our place?
Our place. That sounds funny. I’ve started thinking of things as belonging to us, which also isn’t a great sign. I’d made a mistake putting my arm around her the other night. I’d managed to remind her how she felt about me, which was also stupid as hell.
I decide to make us BLTs with chips, so when she wakes up, we’ll have some delicious sandwiches, and I’ll be able to talk to her about the weirdness without it being weird.
I’ve just finished making our sandwiches when she finally comes walking out of her bedroom. She looks adorable and totally fuckable. She’s wearing plaid shorts, showing off her lean, slender legs, an oversized sweatshirt that’s hiding too much, and her hair is up on top of her head in a knot.
She pauses when she sees me and then inhales deeply, “I smell bacon.”
“I made you a sandwich,” I say, handing her the plate. We stand at the counter, and she takes a bite of the sandwich, moaning deep in her throat. My body stiffens at the sound, and my cock stirs in my jeans.
“I could get used to this,” she talks around the food in her mouth before she takes another bite. She makes that noise again, and I lean back against the counter, watching her a little more intently than I should.
“Does that mean I should go ahead and give you the money for next month’s rent?”
She stiffens, almost as if I’ve dumped a bucket of ice water on her head. It’s clear she hadn’t thought about that at all. I’ve been living here for three weeks now, and I don’t think she hates having me here, that much I can tell.
“It’s coming up, isn’t it?” She shoves the words out, almost choking on her sandwich.
“Yeah, what do you think? Have I been an okay roommate?”
“I guess.” She smiles up at me. It’s a sweet smile, her walls are starting to come down, and it’s refreshing. I want more moments like this, where it’s just us together, doing nothing. We look at each other for a long while, and then finally, she breaks eye contact to grab a soda from the fridge.
I know I shouldn’t, but I do it anyway. Watching her as she bends down into the refrigerator. One shapely leg stretching out behind her, all I can think about is moving behind her, tugging those little shorts down and showing her how good I could make her feel.
A loud knocking fills the room, and I snap out of it. Tearing my eyes away from Nina’s ass, I walk over to the door and answer it.
“Baby!” Sydney squeals as she rushes into my arms. I don’t have time to react before she presses her lips to mine. Shit. I push her off of me as fast as I can, peeling her arms away from my neck.
I look back over my shoulder just in time to see Nina’s completely shocked face before she composes herself, and the wall goes back up. I feel the need to make it clear that we are on a break. Well, more than a break. We’re done, but that’s not the point.
