Authors: Samantha Young
I nodded and reached down to the fridge for the
Millers
.
“Is he good?” Jo was suddenly in my face again.
I sighed wearily and brushed past her to start making the Cosmo.
“Is it exclusive?” Craig called down the bar. “Or can we still shag?”
“What do you mean still?” I scoffed.
“Is that a no?”
“That
’
s a hell no.”
“Oh come on, Joss,” Jo begged. “I
’
ve heard he
’
s an
‘
effin stallion in the sack, but that
’
s second hand gossip. Give me first hand.”
“Tell you what,” I mused, “Why don
’
t I give you first finger?” I flipped her off. Yeah, I know, not the most eloquent or mature response but she was really starting to bug me.
Jo scowled. “You
’
re no bloody fun.”
“Guess I
’
m not.”
The atmosphere at the bar was nowhere near as warm and electric as it had been last weekend. Jo was pouting, Craig didn
’
t seem to know how to act around moody me, and I was, well, moody, because I was stuck inside my own head.
I couldn
’
t get the memories of last night and this morning out of my mind, and if I was honest with myself, I was irritated and uneasy at the fact that I was actually looking forward to seeing Braden tomorrow. I
was
trying to worry less about my decision to get into this arrangement with him. I wanted to just enjoy myself. It was just taking me time to relax into it.
It helped that Ellie was cool about the whole thing. I guess I didn
’
t know what to expect from her, but I thought there would be more disapproval than there was.
She
’
d walked into the apartment earlier that day to find me at my laptop. I
’
d discussed my idea to write a contemporary novel based loosely on my mom and dad with Dr. Pritchard and she thought it was a good idea. Therapeutic even. However, I
’
d yet to start it
—
fear gripping me tight every time I
’
d laid my fingers against the keys to begin. Writing it would mean opening up all the memories, and I didn
’
t know if I could handle the inevitable panic attacks. The good doctor said the idea was to get to a point where the memories no longer caused a panic attack, and she thought the writing might be a nice way to ease me into that.
After Braden left, I
’
d managed to write the first page. I was staring at that incredulously, astonished that I
’
d actually put words down, when Ellie got home and immediately stopped by my bedroom.
She grinned knowingly at me as I turned in my seat to greet her. “So… how are you?”
I wasn
’
t one to get easily embarrassed, but I have to admit it was a little awkward to know Ellie knew I had had sex with her brother. I made a face. “Is this going to be too weird for you?”
“You and Braden dating?” She shook her head, her eyes bright. “No way. I think it
’
s great.”
Uh oh
. I cleared my throat, remembering Braden didn
’
t want to lie to her. “Actually, Ellie, we
’
re not really dating. It
’
s more of a physical thing.”
Ellie seemed surprised. “You mean like friends with benefits?”
Actually, I prefer the term fuck buddies
. Ellie would never say the word
‘
fuck
’
though. “Pretty much.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, her expression curious. “Is that what you want?”
I nodded. “You know I
’
m not looking for a relationship.”
“And Braden?”
“The whole arrangement was his idea.”
Ellie rolled her eyes. “Braden and his damn arrangements.” She heaved a sigh of exasperation. “Well, if it
’
s what you both want then fine. Just as long as it doesn
’
t affect you and me, I
’
m cool with it. It
’
s completely unromantic, but whatever.”
I smirked at her. “I promise we
’
ll be fine. So, we
’
re cool?”
Her returning smile was adorably lopsided. “We
’
re cool.”
To prove that we were cool, we spent the afternoon together, wandering Princes Street, and colliding with little bundles of tourists here and there who stopped repeatedly to take photographs of the majestic Edinburgh Castle. It loomed high on its rock, creating a surreal clash of modern meets medieval… and some chaos, since the tourists taking the photographs didn
’
t give a crap where they stopped and how many people stumbled into them in their abrupt need to capture the wonder of it. For a few hours, we were in and out of every clothes store in the city center, trying to find a dress for Ellie to wear on her date that night. That
’
s right. Date. She
’
d met some guy called Jason in
Starbucks
and he
’
d asked her out, and she
’
d said yes. She said he was cute, but I got the feeling this was more to do with sticking it to Adam.
Still, I worried a little for her. This was her first date since the Adam fiasco and she seemed really nervous when she left. My anxiety over the whole Braden situation was splashed with a healthy dose of curiosity, wondering how Ellie
’
s date was going. No wonder I was such a killjoy at work. For the first time in a while, I was desperate for my shift to end so I could go home and overthink in the comfort and quiet of my own home.
The bar closed at one in the morning. After clean up, I got home around two. When I stepped into the apartment, I saw light from under the sitting room door. It seemed Ellie was still awake. Wanting to make sure she was alright, I pushed the door open quietly and drew to a complete halt.
The only light lit was the floor lamp at the back of the couch, and lying in the peaceful gloom, his body sprawled on the couch, his feet dangling over the edge because of his height, was Braden. His eyes were closed. He looked so young with his lashes fanned across his cheeks, his features slack with relaxation as he slept. It was weird seeing him like that. Usually, I felt the eight year age difference between us. He was more mature, together, responsible, and decisive. But lying there, he could be mistaken for my age. He was way less intimidating like this and I liked it. A lot.
Open on the table was a black folder, a couple of documents loose from their plastic pockets. Braden
’
s suit jacket was draped across the armchair, his leather shoes on the floor next to the coffee table, and an empty mug sat near all the paperwork.
He
’
d come here to work?
More than a little bemused, I backed quietly out of the room and closed the door. I
’
d thought he and Adam would have been out on a Friday night?
“Hullo.”
I whirled around to find Ellie standing in the kitchen doorway, still wearing the pretty peach summer dress she
’
d bought for her date, although she was sans the high-heeled, gold sandals that made her legs go on forever. I followed her into the kitchen and closed the door behind us so our voices wouldn
’
t travel and wake up Braden. “How was your date?”
Folding her arms over her chest, Ellie leaned back against the counter with a very displeased expression on her face. Uh oh. “Not good.”
“Oh God, what happened?”
“Adam happened.”
My eyes widened. “Okay. Explain.”
“Braden called me earlier to tell me he had to work late tonight again, but Adam was free and was wondering if I fancied grabbing something to eat, maybe catch a movie afterwards. I told Braden to tell Adam I had a date with Jason.”
“Right…?”
Ellie
’
s face flushed, her pale eyes sparking angrily. “He called me five times during the date.”
I tried to choke down my laughter and only kind of succeeded. “Adam did?”
“Whatever Jason got from the five one-sided conversations, he said clearly I had
‘
stuff
’
going on and he was looking for something uncomplicated. And then he left.”
“Wait,” My look castigated, “You didn
’
t pick up every time Adam called?”
She flushed again, this time from embarrassment. “It
’
s rude to ignore someone.”
I huffed. “Ellie, be honest. You love that the idea of you being on a date with some other guy is driving Adam crazy.”
“He deserves a little torture.”
“Wow. You are so much more bloodthirsty than I thought.” I grinned. “It
’
s brilliant, Ellie, it is. But how long are you planning on keeping this up? It must be exhausting. Wouldn
’
t it just be easier for you both to sit Braden down and explain to him that you have feelings for each other? He
’
ll just have to accept that.”
“It
’
s not that simple.” Ellie bit her lip, staring dazedly at the floor. “It could ruin Adam and Braden
’
s friendship. Adam would never take that risk for me.” She shook her head sadly, and I felt a pang in my chest for her. Adam needed a serious wake up call. “Speaking of,” she glanced up at me with a curious frown between her eyebrows, “I came home a few hours ago and found Braden here doing his work. Said he was waiting for you. Aren
’
t you going to wake him?”
Well, considering I told him to give me some space tonight, no. He could get a crick in the neck for his trouble.
“No. He looks wiped. And I
’
m wiped. He should have gone home.”
Ellie
’
s eyes were teasing. “He must have enjoyed himself last night if he
’
s so eager to see you again so soon.”
I snorted. “Do you really want to have this conversation about your brother?”
She thought about it and wrinkled her nose. “You
’
re right. Boo.” She pouted. “You date a guy and I can
’
t even have girly talks with you about it.”
I laughed softly. “If it makes you feel any better, I
’
m not exactly the girly talking kind of person. And Braden and I aren
’
t dating. We
’
re just fucking.”
I was rewarded with a prudish pursing of her lips. “Joss, that
’
s so unromantic.”
I pulled the door open quietly and winked at her. “But hot.”
Leaving her to make
‘
gross
’
faces, I headed into the bathroom and got ready for bed. I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow.
The niggling face of consciousness nuzzled against mine, and as I woke, I became aware of a heavy weight across my waist and the fact that I was unusually warm. I realized the heat was what had awoken me. If I was to take cue from the heaviness of my eyes, and their reluctance to open, it was too early for me to be awake and I should probably fall back asleep.
But that heavy weight across my waist felt familiar.
Forcing my eyes open, I looked at the bare chest lying inches from my face.
Okay, what?
Wake up!
My sleepy, sore eyes travelled up that chest to the face and reality slowly, but surely, sunk in. Braden was in my bed.
Again.
It took me a moment
—
remembering coming home last night and finding him asleep on the couch. I
’
d talked to Ellie, cleaned up in the bathroom and then hit the hay.
Clearly, sometime during the night, Braden had crawled into bed with me.
That was so not the deal.
With a huff of annoyance I pushed against his chest with all my might. And by all my might, I mean I rolled him right off the bed.
His large body hit the floor with a painful-sounding dull thud, and I leaned over to see his eyes fly open, bleary and confused as to why he was looking up at me from his sprawled position on the floor. Did I mention he was completely naked? “Jesus Christ, Jocelyn,” he complained, his voice hoarse from sleep. “What the hell was that?”