Blurred Lines

“So, you gonna answer it?”, Phil asks still smirking as your phone continues to ring. You know Bruno is probably just worried so you answer it. “Hello”, you say trying not to sound out of breath. “Thank God! Nikki, where the hell are you?! You’ve been gone for a while. I was worried!” Phil can hear every word and smirks as he caresses your face. “I know B. I’m fine. I just…”, you pause as you feel Phil begin to nibble on your right ear. You close your eyes and swallow hard as you try to continue, “I just needed some…air”. Phil’s hands tighten around your lower back as he kisses your neck. Your knees are shaking. He smiles. “Are you coming back home?”, Bruno asks. You nearly drop the phone as Phil’s right hand glides across your love. You caress his face and kiss him with a sudden passion that just can’t wait. Taking the phone from your hand, Phil hits the end button and drops it. “Fuck him”, he murmurs lifting you on top of that python that is rock hard and ready for round two.

You and Phil are about a block away from Bruno’s place when you stop walking. Dropping Phil’s hand, you caress his face and kiss those perfect lips. “I should head back alone”, you whisper not wanting to let go. Phil’s arms are tight around your waist. Pulling you closer, he looks directly into your eyes and whispers, “I don’t want to let you go”. “Tell me what to do Philip. Just tell me and I’ll do it”, you plead, voice trembling as tears begin to fall. “Baby Girl”, he starts. You missed hearing those two words come from his mouth. Your tears continue to fall. “I can’t tell you what to do. You have to decide for yourself what it is you really want. I CAN tell you that I love you and that will NEVER change”. Phil kisses your forehead, nose and lips before turning and walking away slowly. You watch him walk away for a moment then start to walk toward Bruno’s house. Phil stops and watches you until you are safe inside the house. With a deep sigh he turns and walks away, “Damn…”.

Bruno pops up from the couch as soon as you open the door. Running to you, he grabs you and hugs you TIGHT. “I was so damn worried about you Nikki!”, he whispers. He steps back and lightly strokes your face as he stares into your eyes, “Are you ok?”. Those perfect brown pools are wet from tears of sincerity. You stroke the back of his head and smile, “Yes, B. I’m fine”. His right hand embraces the back of your head while the left supports your lower back as he kisses you with so much desire your knees buckle and your love jumps. You feel like you are floating. You open your eyes and he’s smiling at you. You can sense ‘that feeling’ rising in your chest. You stand up and push yourself away from him. “It’s late and I really should get to bed”, you say looking down trying to put distance between you and these feelings you’re having right now. Bruno just smiles and licks his lips, “Ok. I’m just so glad you’re ok. Good night Nikki”. You smile and begin to walk toward the steps. Bruno heads over to the table and sips his tequila as he watches your EVERY MOVE. You can feel his eyes on you and it’s causing a warm sensation down below. As you reach the stairs, you turn and see him sipping and watching you. “Why are you looking at me like that?”, you ask. He puts his glass down and walks over to you. Brushing the hair away from your eyes he smiles, “Because I think you’re beautiful”. ‘FUCK! Why didn’t I just keep going up the steps?!’, is what you are thinking. You don’t know what to say so you just smile, “Thank you”. Bruno steps closer and traces your thigh with his fingers. Your kitty is about to ROAR. You turn to walk upstairs but Bruno stops you. “Do you wanna GO to bed or do you want me to PUT you to bed?”, he asks licking his lips as those dimples make a brief appearance. Your body temperature just shot up 10 degrees and your love is dripping like a leaky faucet. Before you can answer, you and Bruno are chest to chest, nose to nose and palm to palm. His lips are on yours and you can taste the tequila still wet on his tongue. You lightly suck it as he palms your ass. Looking deep in your eyes he begins to undress you and you return the favor. That carrot is ready for attention so you drop to your knees and give it what it needs. As your lips slide over that carrot Bruno closes his eyes and lets out the sexiest murmur in all of history. You wet that carrot and let your lips slide up and down that shaft as you grip the base. “Jesus..”, he moans as a little juice escapes from that carrot. You smirk at him as you lick your lips. He pulls you up and pushes you face down on the staircase. Cupping your breasts he enters you and begins to circle in your love. “Ohhhh” and “Mmmm” is all you can say because the shit feels so good. His thrusts are a little more forceful than usual but you like it. You look back at your lover and bite your lower lip as he leans in for a kiss. He stands you up. “Hold up, I forgot something”. He walks over to the table and picks up his glass of tequila and brings it over. Taking a big sip he offers it to you, “Want some?”. “Nah, dark liquor and I don’t mix. I either end up fighting or fuc…”, you stop and laugh. “Ha ha. Ok, in that case, I’ll have some.” You reach for his glass. “Nah, in that case, let me go get the bottle”, Bruno smiles heading toward the kitchen. You follow him. You pat his ass as he opens the cabinet and reaches for the tequila. Turning around he opens the bottle and commands, “Open your mouth”. That is the hottest fucking thing he’s EVER said to you so you open…WIDE. He pours a double shot into your mouth then seals it with a kiss. You swallow and instantly feel the warmth spread through your body like sunshine on a summer day. He takes the bottle straight to the head as well. You decide to quench your thirst while he’s quenching his. Dropping to your knees you take that carrot deep into your mouth. Bruno damn near chokes as he moans, “FUCK”. You want that creamy center and you are determined to get it. You hold that carrot stick and start to lick up and down that shaft as Bruno’s legs buckle. His knees are shaking so he grabs hold of the counter. You feel him jerk as you swallow it deep. “Mmmmmm”, he murmurs. “GOD DAMN Baby…SHIT”. You know he’s close and you are so ready to taste him. You look up at him and smile. He drops down to his knees and kisses you. “I…LOVE…YOUR…LIPS”, he smirks. You laugh. He kisses your lips, your neck, chest, breasts and stomach. Laying you on the kitchen floor he kisses each thigh, taking his time to kiss EVERY INCH. Bruno parts your legs and smirks. Grabbing the bottle of tequila he pours the cool liquid down your right thigh until it hits your love. His tongue follows the trail of tequila from your thigh to your love. You are moaning continuously as your body trembles with each flick of his tongue. “Bruuuuunoooo…”, slips from your lips as he sucks your clit. Your eyes roll back in your head from the unspeakable pleasure. You are panting as he hums on your love causing your juices to squirt as you climax. "Baby, open up for me", Bruno requests again and you obey. He pours you way more than a double shot of tequila this time. As you swallow, Bruno lays that warm butter pecanrican body on top of yours. Kissing your lips he enters you with authority. "Mmmmm, yesssss", you murmur in his left ear as you both grind to a lovers beat that only the two of you can hear. You feel like you are floating again. It seems as though Bruno has 100 hands because they are all over your body, rubbing, squeezing and caressing every part of you. You have NEVER felt like this. Your walls are in full spasm. You can't control your orgasms. In fact you are having multiple orgasms back to back without rest. Your body is bucking wildly as Bruno hits your love from every possible angle. "That's right...come for me Baby”, me moans. You can feel him tighten up. "Oh fuck", he murmurs. "Where do you want it?", he asks. Tequila always fucks you up so your head is spinning. You can barely form a coherent sentence. "On me", you murmur gripping his firm little ass. Bruno throws his head back as his pace quickens. You are so numb from multiple orgasms you can't move. All you can do is groan as Bruno pulls out and sprays his love all over your lower abdomen. "FUCK", he groans as he collapses on top of you. Wrapping his arms around your body he lays his head on your chest. After a few minutes, he murmurs, "I love listening to your heartbeat". Laughing you respond, "I say the same thing to Phil". You are far too drunk to know what you are saying. Bruno chuckles too. “Yeah, I know, he told me”. Bruno’s arms tighten around you. “I know you’ll never love me the way you love him but I swear to God I can make you just as happy as he can”. Running your fingers through his hair (which is starting to curl up from his sweat) you reply, “I know B, I know”. Within minutes the two of you are asleep entangled in each others arms.

You wake up on the floor of Bruno’s kitchen the next morning. Bruno is snoring…LOUDLY, on your stomach. ‘What the fuck?!’, runs through your mind as you look around trying to figure out what the hell happened last night. Your movements cause Bruno to stir. He yawns and wakes up with the same confused look on his face that you have. “Why the fuck are we naked on the kitchen floor?”, he asks you. “I have no idea”, you reply honestly. Finding the empty tequila bottle, Bruno holds it up and asks, “Did we drink this whole bottle?!”. You feel a serious headache coming on and assume you did. “I guess B. I honestly don’t remember. The last thing I remember is fucking on the steps. After that, your guess is as good as mine”. Bruno helps you up. “Why the hell am I so damn sticky?!”, you ask Bruno. “I dunno but you smell like you took a bath in tequila”. You sniff your arm and agree. You both just burst into laughter. “Well, whatever the hell happened must have been awesome because I’m hungover like a mutha”, he laughs. “Ha ha! Yup, me too”, you agree. The kitchen is a little chilly. You’re still naked and a chill hits you. You rub your arms and Bruno notices. He wraps his arms around you. “Is that better?”, he asks holding you tight. That damn feeling is back but this time you’re not so sure you want it to leave. You smile shyly and quietly reply, “I think I’m going to hit the shower”. Bruno smiles, “Ok. I’ll clean up in here and start some breakfast”. You begin walking toward the kitchen door. “Wait!”, Bruno whispers grabbing your left hand. Pulling you close, he kisses you softly on your lips as he runs his fingers through your hair. “Good morning Baby”, he smiles. Your heart skips a beat. “Good morning B”, you smile and head upstairs to shower.

Saturday is finally here and you are glad that Bruno is heading out for a basketball game with the boys today. You just wanna chill by yourself and try to figure out these new feelings you’ve been having. Your bedroom door opens. Bruno pops his head in. “You sure you don’t wanna come?”, he asks for the millionth time. “Yes. I’m sure B. Go have fun with the boys. You don’t want some girl hanging around”, you say smiling. Bruno steps in the room and sits next to you on the bed. Lifting your chin to meet his eyes he says, “No, I don’t want some girl hanging around. I want YOU, around”. Your face is hot and you know you are blushing. “Please, come”, he pleads poking out his lower lip. “Ugh, not the lip. Okay FINE! I’ll go”, you concede. 

You arrive with Bruno at the gym and your heart drops. He didn’t mention that Philip was going to be here. You walk in together and everyone greets you both…except Phil who just heads to the court and practices his lay-ups. You pull Bruno to the side. “You didn’t tell me Philip was going to be here!” “You didn’t ask.” “Don’t be a smart ass Bruno! You know this shit is awkward! Besides, since when did you two make up?” “We haven’t officially. I mean we talked and shit was said. It’s still touchy but we Gucci.” You sigh as you rub your temples. You knew you should have just stayed your ass at home. “Yo B! You playing or what?!”, Kam asks throwing his hands up in the air. “I’m coming. Damn!” Bruno plants a quick kiss on your lips then heads to the court. “Just can’t wait to get your ass kicked can you?”, he jokes. You love to watch a good basketball game so you are a little glad you came. Everyone is warming up; stretching, shooting around, etc. A ball rolls up to your foot. You bend down to pick it up. “Sorry”, Phil smiles. Your heart is racing as he sits next to you. “How are you?”, he asks. You feel a lump in your throat and swallow hard to remove it. “I’m ok. How are you? Sleeping any better?” Looking down he responds quietly, “No. Not really. My bed seems too big lately”. You feel your heart break. You look up and catch Bruno watching the interaction between you and Phil as he dribbles the ball. “Alright y'all let’s do this!”, Kam yells. Phil turns to you, “Well, I’ll talk to you later”. You smile as he quickly kisses your cheek. Bruno notices and bounces the ball HARD against the wall. You are nervous as Bruno watches Phil walk to the court. “Jesus be a fence”, you pray. The game starts. It’s 3 on 3. Phil, Kam and Eric verus Bruno, Jam and Phred. First to 20 wins.Things start off cool. You are praying they stay that way but they don’t. Bruno has the ball at point and Phil is all over him. B attempts to go up the middle and is hammered HARD by Phil. Bruno looks Phil up and down as he heads to the line. Phil just smirks. Bruno hits his shot and the game continues. Phred passes to Bruno who scores for two. You jump up, “Yes!”. Bruno smiles in your direction. The game continues and before you know it the score is 15-18. You are surprised at Bruno’s skills on the court. He’s not half bad as a point guard. Phil has the ball and Bruno is doing his best on defense. It’s getting pretty physical and before you know it, Phil hip checks Bruno and he’s on the floor. Bruno pops right up and is immediately in Phil’s face. “What the fuck?! That shit ain’t necessary man!” Phil looks down at Bruno and pushes the ball into his chest. “Oh so you can dish it out but you can’t take it?!”, he asks sarcastically. You stand up. Eric quickly steps between them and grabs the ball. “A’ight guys. Let’s just play the game. Come on!” They both stand staring at each other for a moment then turn away. The game continues. Kam goes in for a lay up and misses. Phil gets the rebound and brings it out to 3-point range. Bruno is in his face. Phil is dribbling looking for help but he can’t pass. Bruno yells, “Shoot the shit if you got the balls”. Phil stops posts up and hits the three - nothing but net. 18-18 tie score. You jump up and scream, “OMG! Yes!”. Phil winks and smiles at you. Bruno gives you the coldest side eye ever. Jam is on point and Phil is on him like white on rice. Jam passes to Bruno who is denied a lay-up by Eric. “Sorry bro. Not in my house!”, he jokes. Eric throws it in to Kam who finds Phil. The lane is wide open and Phil slides right in for the finger roll. “Take that BI-OTCH!!”, he jokes. The game is over and no one was seriously hurt, thank God. The guys are all sucking down powerade and gatorade while talking smack when you approach. “Good game guys!”, you say giving high-fives. “Phil that finger roll was cool though”, you admit. “Thanks Baby Girl. I can show you how to do it if you want.” “Nah, that’s ok. I like to watch but I can’t play. I can’t even dribble!”, you laugh. Phil smiles at you. “Come on I’ll teach you.” You look over at Bruno who looks throughly pissed off. “Oh, that’s ok Phil. I’m a lost cause really”, you say hoping he’ll let it go. He doesn’t. “Come here Baby Girl. Let me show you how it’s done”, he says pulling you to the center of the court. Phil stands behind you and helps you dribble. You must admit this is fun but you can feel Bruno’s eyes burning holes in the back of your head. You try your best to ignore it. “Now, try to keep control while I try to take it from you”, Phil says placing his left hand on your left hip. With his hand on your hip and that python rubbing against your ass, you can’t focus and keep losing control of the ball. “Sorry”, you laugh losing the ball again. You stand, giving up hope. “Told you I was a lost cause. I’m not gonna waste anymore of your time”, you laugh. Phil places his arms around your waist and pulls you close. “Spending time with you is never a waste of my time.” Bruno jumps up and throws the ball into the wall as he kicks the door open and leaves the gym. Phil doesn’t even flinch. “I should go after him”, you begin, breaking Phil’s embrace. Phil sighs heavy, “No. I’ll go”. You break out in an instant sweat. “NO! I mean…I don’t think that’s a good idea Phil. I’ll go”. “Nikki, he’s mad with me, not you. Stay here. I’ll be back”. You feel nauseous as you watch Phil walk out the door. ‘Dear Heavenly Father, please don’t let them hurt each other because of me’, you pray to yourself. Eric can see how worried you are and puts his arm around your shoulders. “They’ll be fine. Trust me”, he reassures you. You give him a half smile then begin walking to the doors to check on them. Peaking out of the window in the door you can see them talking. You can’t hear what they are saying but Bruno looks pissed. From what you can tell, Phil is staying calm. Bruno steps up to Phil and gives him the dirtiest look ever. Phil pushes him away lightly. Bruno pushes Phil HARD. Phil stumbles back and lunges at Bruno but stops himself. You run out the door toward them as you hear Bruno yell, “You know I’m right!”. You stand between them and push them away from each other. “Stop it right now, both of you”. Phil is fuming. You doubt he even heard you. “She’ll never love you though”, he smirks. “That might be true but whenever you kiss her, you’ll be tasting me”, Bruno smirks back. Phil runs around you and pushes Bruno to the ground. You are screaming for them to stop just as Eric, Kam, Phred and Jam run out to break up the fight. Eric and Phred take Bruno inside while Kam and Jam take Phil for a walk. You are left alone. You sit on the curb and just cry. You have single-handedly ruined their perfect friendship. Holding your head in your hands you notice that you are still wearing the engagement ring Phil gave you months ago. Starring at it’s purity and perfection you realize how undeserving you are to even wear it. You need to get your shit together before you commit to anyone. Through misty eyes, you remove that perfect 2 carat, princess cut diamond. You hear Phil’s voice behind you. “What are you doing?”. Startled you nearly drop the ring. You wipe your tears and stand to face him. Holding the ring out in front of you, you begin, “Phil, I…”. He stops you, “No.” “Philip, I can’t…”. “No!”, he won’t let you finish. Your tears are falling freely as you take his hand and place the ring in his palm. “No. I won’t…”, he starts but you cut him off. “I love you but I don’t know what I want right now. I’m sorry”. Phil’s eyes are glossy as he caresses your face. You can’t stand to see the hurt in his eyes so you look away. “Nikki, please answer one question for me. Do you love him?”. Your heart races, your respirations increase and beads of sweat form on your brow as you answer, “Yes…”.

Confused

‘Did I just say what I THINK I just said?’, you wonder nervously. Bruno sits up and smiles even wider. “Ummm…”, you start but can’t quite find the words to finish. Kissing your forehead, Bruno says, “I know you didn’t mean it. I mean, I know what you meant”. That doesn’t make you feel any better but at least he understands that what you said, was just in the heat of the moment and not necessarily true…or was it? You are still suffering from the lingering effects of that Mars Sars and can’t think clearly. You are confused. ‘DO I love him?’. You need some time and space and you obviously aren’t going to get that here. You decide it’s time to go. You get up and begin to gather your clothes. Bruno watches confused. “Where are you going?”, he asks. “To a hotel”, you respond searching for your panties. Bruno raises his eyebrows in surprise, “Why?”. Still searching for your panties you reply, “Because it’s just not a good idea for me to stay here Bruno.” Getting up and pulling on his shorts he walks over to you. “Look Nikki, I know this whole situation is completely fucked up and confusing but I’d feel better if you stayed here”. You have given up hope finding your panties and just pull on your shorts as you say, “I don’t think us living together is gonna help me figure anything out Bruno…”. He cuts you off. “Staying here will help you figure out your feelings for me”. You stop. ‘Hmmmm. That does kinda make sense…in a way’.  He moves closer to you sensing your change of heart. He takes your handbag and places it back down on the table. “I’ll go get your bags”, he says walking toward the front door. You grab his arm, “Hold it! We need to lay down some ground rules before I agree to anything”. Bruno smiles at you and goes to sit on the couch. He pats the space next to him hoping you’ll join him. You walk over but decide to stand. Crossing your arms, you pace back and forth in front of Bruno enumerating your rules. “Ok, Rule #1: We sleep in separate rooms”. Bruno laughs out loud. “Ok. We’ll see how long that one lasts”. Rolling your eyes, you continue, “Rule #2: We don’t discuss my relationship with Phil”. “Deal”. “Rule #3: I’m NOT your Lady and you are NOT my man”. “Whatever you say Nikki”, Bruno smirks. “I’m serious Bruno! Can you agree to those terms?” Bruno stands and extends his right hand to shake. “I think I can manage the rules”. You both shake hands in agreement. “Can I go get your bags now?”, Bruno asks. “Sure”, you respond. Bruno is back instantly with your luggage. He proceeds to take them upstairs to the guest room. You can’t help but notice how toned his arms are as the weight from your luggage causes his triceps and biceps to put in some work. You feel warmth between your legs. ‘Damn. What the hell am I getting myself into?’.

It’s been a week since you’ve moved in with Bruno and things have been going well but you are still unsure about your feelings for him. You are lounging on the couch in a tee shirt and panties listening to your iPod through the speakers when Bruno comes in the front door. “Hey Love”, he smiles kissing the top of your head as he walks by. “Hey”, you smile back. Bruno plops down on the chair and looks over at you. “So, how are you?” “I’m ok. Just trying to relax before I start my shift tomorrow. It’s been a while since I’ve worked and I know I’m gonna be tired”. He slumps down in the chair and spreads his legs giving you ‘that look’. “Well, I’ll be here waiting for you when you get home”. Before you can respond with a sarcastic comment, Money Make Her Smile blasts through the speakers. A devilish grin crawls across your face. You decide to for-go the sarcasm for a bit of foreplay. Standing slowly, you seductively walk toward B, still slumped down in his chair as the song plays, “Coming to the stage is a girl who’s new in town”. Bruno smirks. He’s reading your mind and is ready for whatever you have planned. You stand in between his legs with your back to him. “She go by the name ‘where yo stacks at?’ ”. Bruno whips out his wallet with one fluid motion. You are desperately trying to hold back your laughter. “This pretty little thing I swear won’t let you down. Watch her drop it like…hey”. You glance back, wink at your boo and bend over leaving that pretty round brown up in the air. “DAYYYYYYUUUUUUMMMMM,” is all you hear as you feel cool crisp bills hitting your backside. You look back at him and smile as you slowly arch your back and stand. “Oh it’s not complicated so this won’t take awhile.” You slowly pull your tee shirt off careful to cover your breasts with your left arm. Bruno licks his lips as you throw your tee shirt across the room. “Music makes her dance and money, money, money make her smile.” You back it up and twerk inches away from that carrot which is standing at FULL attention. “Awwwwwww Shhhhhhhiiiiiiiieeeeeeeettttttttt”, is all you hear as you feel money hit your skin as it falls like rain. Bruno grabs your waist and pulls you down on to that carrot. You slowly look back at him and bite your lower lip as you start ‘graining on that wood’. Bruno looks like a dog in heat as he turns you to face him. He pulls your arm away from your chest freeing your breasts. He begins kissing, sucking and biting your nipples. A river is flowing from your panties as he reaches to remove them. “Woah,” you say as you push him away playfully. “There is no sex in the Champagne Room, Senor Hernandez!” He smiles back and replies, “Oh no problem, cause this ain’t the Champagne Room and what we bout to do can’t be classified as sex”. He lifts you up and places your back on the couch. Pulling off your panties, he spreads your legs and kisses the inside of your thighs. Your love is dripping wet and trembling. He smiles up at you as his tongue lightly licks your clit. You can already feel a flame starting to emerge in your love. He licks it again. He’s playing with you. You smile, grab those curls and push him into your love, face first. He complies and ravishes your loves as if it was his first meal in weeks. You come in a matter of seconds from the intense pleasure. Bruno kisses your navel, your stomach then sucks your right breast as he unzips his shorts. Your love can be slippery when wet but he has no trouble hitting that sweet spot. In fact, he’s already moaning. “Oh my God”, slips as he bites his lower lip. He grabs your hips as you grind on that carrot. Your bodies are banging against each other as you dig your nails into his back. “Ow!! Mmmmm,” he whispers in your left ear. Tightening his grip on your hips, his thrusts go deeper and become more intense. His sexy moans harmonize with your screams. Your body bucks wildly with his final thrust. His love mixes with yours as it runs down your thigh. He lays his head on your breasts and exhales. Looking up at you with those bedroom eyes, he confesses again, “Te amo, mami”. You don’t answer this time. Kissing his forehead you smile and just hold him close.

You are exhausted after your first shift on the floor in MONTHS! Not only did you have 6 tele patients but 5 of them were complete care patients. You could barely stand long enough to give report. All you wanna do is shower and crawl in bed. As you’re driving back to Bruno’s place, you pass a Starbuck’s and decide to stop. ‘Coffee would taste so good right now’, you think parking your car. You open the door and that heavenly aroma of the coca bean hits you and awakens you enough to put a slight pep in your step. Surprisingly there is no line so you walk right up to the counter not noticing that there is someone behind you. “Can I help you?”, the barista asks. Before you can answer, a very familiar, deep, sexy voice replies, “She’d like a grande, caramel macchiato, no foam, whip and I’ll take a cafe americano please”. Your heart skips a beat as you turn around and Phil is standing right behind you. You smile at him and resist the urge to wrap your arms around him. He looks at you and smiles as he pays for the order. You both walk over to wait for your drinks. You decide to break the awkward silence. “How are you?”, you ask looking down at the floor then quickly glancing over at Phil. He looks sexy as ever but exhausted. You wanna caress his face and kiss him. You want him to hold you like he used to but he doesn’t. He is, however, staring at you. “I’m ok. Hanging in there. How are you?” ‘Dying’, is what you wanna say but instead you reply, “I’m ok.” That awkward silence is back. You tap your nails on the bar to kill the silence and distract from the fact that Phil is STILL staring at you. “So, you going in or getting off?”, he asks noticing your scrubs. “Getting off,” you reply smiling at him. Your eyes meet for a moment and you swear you can read his thoughts. ‘I miss you so much but I don’t know if I can trust you. But I still love you Nikki,’ is what you think his eyes are saying. “Grande, caramel macchiato, no foam with whip.” “That’s me. Thank you”, you say to the barista. You pause for a moment before picking up your cup. You don’t want to leave but what do you say? You look over at Phil (who is still staring at you) and simply say, “Thanks for the coffee”. He smiles as he watches you walk to the counter to fix your coffee the way you like it. You open the top and begin to stir the coffee when you hear the barista say, “cafe americano”. Phil’s sexy voice responds, “Yeah, that’s me”. You continue stirring as you hear footsteps close behind you. You reach for 2 packets of Splenda and can smell that intoxicating aroma of baby powder and masculinity hovering directly behind you. Your heart is racing as you try to open the packets. You feel him directly behind you then suddenly, you hear his footsteps walk toward the door. The door opens and you hear him leave. Your eyes are misty as you hear the door close behind him. You refuse to cry so you take a deep breath and fix your coffee. You head back to your car, open the door and sit in the drivers seat. You take a sip of that liquid heaven in a cup then place it in the holder. Your hands are shaking as you attempt to start the car. Tears are falling from your eyes. You lay your head on the steering wheel and cry.

You pull up to Bruno’s place and just sit in the car for moment. You check the mirror to make sure you don’t look like you’ve been crying for the last 20 minutes. Finally you hop out of the car. Opening the door, you’re surprised to see Bruno greeting you with a glass of white wine and the sweetest smile ever. “Hey…”, you say softly. “Welcome home. You made it through your shift. Congratulations!” Bruno takes your bag and hands you the glass as he leads you upstairs. ‘Ugh, I hate white wine’, you think to yourself. You don’t wanna hurt his feelings so you take a sip. He leads you to the bathroom where a candlelit bubble bath awaits you. “I’ll let you soak awhile. Are you hungry? I fixed a light dinner for you.” You smile. You love Bruno’s tasty delights and truly appreciate the effort but you can’t help but miss Phil. Continuing to be nice you smile and say, “Sure, I can eat a little”. “Ok great! I’ll be right back!” Bruno closes the door as he leaves. You sit on the edge of the tub and cry. All you can think about is how much you miss Phil and seeing him tonight didn’t help. Removing your scrubs you slide into the tub. It’s nice and warm. Laying your head back you close your eyes and inhale the lavender scent of the candles while the warm water releases the tension from your muscles. It’s quite soothing but your thoughts immediately return to Phil. There is a light knock at the door, “I have some dinner for you. Can I come in?”. You laugh, ‘Did he REALLY just knock?’. “Of course”, you reply smiling. Bruno opens the door and walks toward you in the tub. The soft candlelight is causing the sexiest glow about him. You cross your legs under the bubbles to contain the heat beginning to spark. Sitting on the edge of the tub, he looks down at you with those bedroom eyes and ‘that feeling’ finds it’s way to your chest again. You blink twice and shake it off. ‘Nah, Nicole. Stop it’, you say to yourself. In Bruno’s hand is a small plate with mini crab cakes and a light sauce. Picking one up he feeds it to you. “I didn’t have any Old Bay but I think I did a’ight”, he jokes. The crab cake melts in your mouth. As a Baltimorean you put Old Bay on everything but these crab cakes are delicious. “B these are amazing!” “REALLY?! I’m glad you like them”, he says smiling. Kissing your forehead he looks into your eyes and asks, “Are you happy?”. Your heart stops. “What did you just say?”, you ask with tears kissing the corners of your eyes. Realizing his mistake he stands and says, “I’ll just let you soak in peace”. “Why would you say that? You know he always asks me that!!” You begin to cry. Bruno stands staring at the ceiling for a moment. “I didn’t mean to upset you”, he replies rubbing the space between his eyes. “I’m sorry. I just…I just want you to love me Nikki”. You are too deep in your feelings to respond to him. With a deep sigh he turns and leaves, closing the door behind him. You sit in the bathtub and just cry.

It’s midnight and you can’t sleep. You reach for your phone, unlock it and bring up Phil’s number. You lay in bed just staring at his picture until the screen dims. You wanna call him but what would you say? With a heavy sigh you sit your phone on the night stand and walk over to the window. It’s a full moon. The sky is so bright the street below is glowing in the moonlight. The moonlight reminds you of when you and Phil reunited on the beach in the Bahamas. You smile. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you close your eyes and imagine that Phil is holding you. A light knock on the door brings you back to reality. Before you can respond, the door opens. “I thought I heard you moving around in here”, Bruno says quietly. He walks toward you with his disheveled curls, beater and black basketball shorts. As sexy as he looks right now, you just can’t stop thinking about Philip. “Everything ok?”, he asks standing behind you rubbing your arms. You don’t respond. Kissing your neck, his hands slide down to your hips, then caress your thighs. He whispers, “What’s wrong Baby Girl?”. You turn around and push him away from you. You lunge toward him but restrain yourself because you are ready to smack him. Fuming you glare at him. “WHAT?!”, he asks shocked. “BABY GIRL?! Since when do YOU call me BABY GIRL?!!” Your fists are balled at your sides and you swear heat is escaping from the top of your head. Bruno sighs, “I’m sorry Nikki, it just slipped out. I wasn’t trying to…” “GET OUT!”, you yell with tears filling your eyes. “Nikki, I…” “GET THE FUCK OUT!!!”, you yell even louder as you move in close to him. Using his better judgment, he walks toward the door. As he closes it, he looks back and says, “I really didn’t mean to hurt you”. ‘FUCK HIM’, you think to yourself. Pacing the floor you are about to explode. Your mind is racing and your emotions are boiling over. You need some air. You throw on some stretch pants and a tee shirt. Lacing up your tennis, you grab your phone and walk out the room, down the stairs and out the door. You have no idea where you are going you just need to walk. It’s pretty quiet out here, no one around but you. Normally you’d be a little apprehensive in an unfamiliar neighborhood but the way you feel right now, nobody better bother you. Before long you realize you’ve been walking for a while. Looking around, you begin to notice that this neighborhood looks very familiar. Then it hits you, a few blocks down the road is Phil’s house. You stop in your tracks. ‘What should I do? I can’t knock on his door at 1am in the morning’. With a heavy sigh, you decide to head back. You turn around and begin walking around the corner. Phil walks right into you, knocking his glasses off and onto the ground. “Oh geez, excuse me Miss”, he apologizes reaching down for his specs. You stand frozen as he puts them on and notices you.

“Nikki”, he whispers with a quick smile. Gathering his composure, he clears his throat and asks, “What are you doing out here so late? And alone?”. All you can think about is how sexy he looks in his sweat pants and red tee shirt drenched in the moonlight. He’s even wearing your favorite fitted hat. “Uh…I was…ummm…”, you try to respond but you can’t focus. His signature scent is intoxicating and you feel drunk. “Nikki, it’s not safe for you to be out here alone like this. Let me walk you back to Bruno’s”. You are wide-eyed. “How’d you know I was staying there?”, you wonder. “Sigh. He knew I’d be worried so he called me and told me”. You aren’t sure how to respond. “It’s not what you think Philip, we have separate rooms and…”. “Nikki I don’t need the details”, he interrupts. “I’m just glad you’re ok. I know Bruno is taking care of you”. He smiles and caresses your face. Your body trembles noticeably. Your eyes meet and you feel embarrassed. Your body has betrayed your thoughts. You look down nervously. Placing his hand on your shoulder he urges you forward. After walking a few feet in silence, your intelligence returns and you can put sentences together again. “I couldn’t sleep so I decided to take a walk”, you say finally answering his question. “Yeah, I haven’t been sleeping well either”, he admits. That awkward silence is back and you still have a LONG way to go. A car passes and Phil stops abruptly realizing you are on the ‘wrong’ side of the sidewalk. He grabs your shoulders and moves you to the ‘safe’ side of the sidewalk. You smile at his chivalry as you both continue walking looking everywhere but at each other. The awkwardness is thick enough to cut with a knife. After a few minutes, you realize that you are a few steps ahead of Phil. You look back and catch him looking at your…lower half. Realizing you caught him looking, he quickly looks away. You smile to yourself and slow your pace. Every so often your right hand brushes his left hand. You glance at him and see him smile as you quickly move it. The wind is blowing his signature scent in your direction and it’s taking your breath away. Phil mumbles something to himself and then stops. You don’t notice at first but then you stop as well. He’s staring at you again, giving you ‘that look’. Finally he murmurs, “Fuck it”, and grabs you by your waist pushing you against a wall. His hands slowly move from your waist to your hips and finally caress the sides of your thighs as his forehead is pressed against yours. You are face to face, eye to eye, panting in sync. Your love is dripping as you feel that python double in size. Kissing you softly he whispers, “I miss you so fucking much I can’t stand it”. Your eyes are misty as you caress the back of his head and kiss him back just as softly, “I miss you more than you could ever know”. He kisses you again but more passionately this time and attempts to slide your stretch pants down. You grab his hands. “We can’t do this here Phil”, you whisper looking away shyly. He immediately looks around and begins to pull you into a very dark corner. Before you can say a word, he pushes you back against the wall and begins sliding your pants down just enough to move your panties to the side. Your breathing is hard and fast, as is his. Pushing his sweats down just enough to free that python, he steps into you and enters your love. “Ah”, is all that escapes your mouth as he wastes no time thrusting inside your love. His hands softly caress the center of your back then slide down to your lower back as he begins to grind deep in his love. He whispers “Oh damn” and “Shit!” in your left ear as you feel him tighten up. Your love is trembling as you grip his arms and push your moisture onto his python. His grip on your back tightens and you feel him jerk inside you. His final thrust is so deep it releases your love along with his and tears come to your eyes. Staring into each other’s eyes, you both stand holding each other…tight. “I don’t wanna let you go”, he whispers. “Then don’t”, you respond holding him tighter. At that moment, your phone rings. It’s Bruno. You look up at Phil and he just smirks…

Confessions

Philip slowly turns around. He looks from you to Bruno. He drops his gaze to the floor. You have no idea what to do or say. Bruno gets up and turns off the radio. Standing with his back to the counter, he asks, “You ok Man?”. Philip doesn’t respond. He continues to stare at the floor. You look at Bruno for guidance. You start to get up but Bruno waves you back as he starts toward Phil. Bruno places his hand on Phil’s shoulder, “Man, are you…”. Before he could finish his sentence Phil grabs Bruno’s arm and pushes him away glaring at him with hate pouring from his eyes. Bruno holds up his hands and backs away. You ease off the stool and make your way over to Philip. His gaze softens when he sees you. You reach for his face but he turns away. “Baby”, you start to say raising your hand to touch his arm but he backs away. “Please don’t”, he mutters. Tears fill your eyes. “Philip, we were all VERY high last night”, you struggle to explain. “Yeah man, I mean, nobody knew what they were doing…”, Phil cuts Bruno off. “DON’T talk to me right now.” Phil paces the kitchen floor stopping every so often to glare at Bruno. You feel conflict brewing but before you can intervene, Jessica opens the kitchen door. “My ride is here. Just wanted to let you know I was leaving”. “What?! Why are you leaving?”, Bruno asks walking toward the door but Jessica just slams the door in his face. With a deep sigh, he opens the door and goes after her. You are left alone with Phil. He’s still pacing the floor. You are back on the stool watching him walk back and forth, back and forth across the kitchen floor. You can hear him murmur to himself every now and then but are unable to decipher what he’s saying. “Philip, talk to me. Please”, you beg. Phil stops pacing but doesn’t look at you. “What do you want me to say Nicole?”, he asks staring at the floor. ‘Whoa! Nicole? So, I’m Nicole now? Ok, I guess I can accept that.’ “Tell me what you are thinking Philip. Say something!” He chuckles. “Ha! Ok, how do I feel? Hmmm. Ok. My boy, my best friend, my ace, my brother fucked the love of my life in front of my face last night and get this, she loved it!” You have no idea how to respond as Phil continues wearing a hole into the kitchen floor. Bruno returns to the kitchen. “Jessica left”, he states. Bruno truly looks hurt. You put your arm on his shoulder and ask, “Are you ok?”. He just smiles at you. You can see a glint of pain hiding behind those beautiful brown pools and your heart breaks for him. Bruno notices Phil continuing to pace. “Ok, ok. Enough is enough”, he says walking with determination over to Phil. “Look man. What happened last night was out of control. Let’s just forget it ever happened? Ok?” Phil stops pacing and looks at Bruno. You can’t read his face so you hop off the stool just in case. Nothing happens. “Philip, I love you like my brother man, you know that but last night was just a bunch of bad decisions made by 3 people who were high as fuck. Let’s just forget it.” Phil laughs. “So you think it’s easy for me to just erase the vision of you fucking the SHIT outta my fiancee? Oh, ok. Whatever man”, he says pushing Bruno away and walking to the far side of the kitchen. Bruno is not giving up. “Look, I know it’ll be hard but Phil, man we were all high and…”. Phil grabs Bruno by his shirt and throws him against the wall. You run over to stop whatever the hell is about to go down. “What I can’t forget is how you held her and the way you touched her. You love her. Don’t you?!” “PHILIP!! LET HIM GO!!” Phil ignores you. Bruno is silent. “LET HIM GO!!”, you yell trying unsuccessfully to pry his hands off of Bruno. “DON’T YOU!!”, Phil asks his little brother once more. Bruno looks his big brother straight in his eyes and says, “Yes. I love her”. Phil balls up his right hand, draws it back and let’s it fly as you scream, “NO! PHILIP PLEASE DON’T!!!!” Phil’s right hand hits the wall, dangerously close to Bruno’s head. Phil lets Bruno go then holds his head as he begins to sob quietly. Bruno looks down as he walks to the other side of the kitchen. You are standing next to Phil. “Philip, please let’s talk about this”, you plead. “Don’t touch me. I have to…I gotta get the hell outta here”, he says walking out of the kitchen. You follow him. “Philip, please”, you plead once more to no avail. He completely ignores you, grabs his coat and walks out the front door.

You’ve been sitting in bed crying for the past hour. You COMPLETELY fucked up and have no idea how to fix it. Between sobs, you hear music. Someone is playing the piano in the den. It’s a very familiar melody. You open the bedroom door. “What would I do without your smart mouth? Drawing me in, and you kicking me out.” It’s Bruno. You know you’ve heard this song before but you can’t figure out what it is. You quietly walk toward the stairs as he continues, “Got my head spinning, no kidding, I can’t pin you down”. You sneak down the stairs. “What’s going on in that beautiful mind? I’m on your magical mystery ride and I’m so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I’ll be alright”.  ‘John Legend’, you realize as your foot hits the last step. “My head’s under water but I’m breathing fine”, he continues to sing. You tiptoe toward him trying to stay unnoticed but the floor creaks. Bruno looks up at you and smiles. “You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind. Cause all of me loves all of you.” Rising from the piano, he walks toward you. Placing his arms around you, he continues. “Love your curves and all your edges, all your perfect imperfections”. You are blushing. Wiping the tears from your eyes he sings in nearly a whisper, “Give your all to me, I’ll give my all to you”. Staring into your eyes he continues, “You’re my end and my beginning. Even when I lose, I’m winning. Cause I give you all, all of me”. Kissing you softly, he looks directly into your eyes and asks, “Will you give me all of you?” Tears once again fill your eyes as you back out of his embrace. “I can’t Bruno. I’m sorry”. He takes a step toward you but you back away. He looks down at the floor. Placing his hands in his pockets, he walks away slowly. You feel eyes watching you. Looking up, you see Phil in the foyer. He saw you and Bruno together. You both stand staring at each other from afar. You are afraid to make the first move. Phil steps down into the living room and throws his coat on to the couch. Walking past you, he heads straight for the fireplace. As he warms his hands he says, “So, how long?”. Icy daggers crawl through your veins as you turn toward him. You play dumb in order to buy some thinking time. “What do you mean?” He simply repeats the question while still staring into the fire. “How long?” You stand next to him and stare into the fire. You can’t respond. “That long, huh?” You are silent. “Do you love him?” You answer immediately, “No.” You turn Phil to face you. Placing your hands on his face you look deep into his eyes and say, “No. I don’t love Bruno. I love you Philip. I always have and always will”. At that moment, you hear something behind you. Bruno has been listening the entire time. He stares at you with a sadness that breaks your heart then grabs his coat and storms out the front door. 

It’s getting dark and you are getting worried because Bruno still hasn’t come back. Phil is sitting by the fireplace quietly. You approach him. “Philip, have you heard from Bruno?” He gives you the side eye which you interpret as ‘No’. “I’m really worried Phil. It’s dark and really cold out there and he’s been gone a while”. Phil looks at you like he wants to say something but he doesn’t. He gets up, grabs his coat and heads to the door. “I’ll see if I can find him”, he sighs. Just as Phil turns the door knob, Bruno walks through the door. He looks cold. REAL cold. Phil catches Bruno’s eye and they exchange an unsettling stare. Bruno makes it a point to push past  Phil. Phil squints in Bruno’s direction but doesn’t react. You run over to Bruno. “B, I’m glad you’re ok! I was so worried”. Bruno walks right by you without even acknowledging your presence. ‘Wow! Ok’, you think to yourself. Phil takes his coat off, throws it back on the couch and returns to his place in front of the fireplace. You stand in the middle of the living room looking from Bruno (in the den) to Phil (in front of the fireplace) and realize that all of this is your fault. “Ok. You know what, we are all adults here. I’m gonna make some tea and we are going to sit in this living room and fix this”. There is not a sound from either of them. You return to the living room with a teapot, teacups and cookies. After sitting them on the table, you walk into the den. “Bruno, please come into the living room and talk”, you plead. He turns to face you and you can see the tear stains on his cheeks. You have to turn away, it’s breaking your heart. He responds in barely a whisper, “You broke my heart”. You feel as though a knife is being twisted in your heart. The pain is causing tears to invade your eyes. He slowly gets up and walks into the living room. You return to the living room and walk over to Phil. “Philip, please come over and let’s talk this out like adults. Please”, you implore. Giving you the side eye he states frankly, “I don’t have shit to say to him”. Phil turns his head and continues to gaze at the fire. “You act like I fell in love with Nikki on purpose!”, Bruno says, raising his voice. Phil turns. “You’ve known how I’ve felt about her for almost a year now so don’t give me that bullshit! Besides you’ve been fucking her behind my back!” You stand up and try to smooth things over. “Gentleman, let’s just calm down and lower our voices. Screaming isn’t gonna solve this.” “Oh and talking is?”, Phil adds sarcastically. “Fuck you man! Nikki is just trying to help”, Bruno spits at Phil. “Fuck me? Fuck you N*gga!!”, Phil gets up walking over to Bruno. If looks could kill, Bruno would be dead. But Bruno stands up to his big brother. Bruno and Phil are FACE TO FACE. You are so nervous you could vomit. Your palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. Phil balls his fists at his side and Bruno does the same. “Uh uh”, you say squeezing between them. “This is NOT going to happen. You are brothers and brothers don’t fight. Stop it!” Phil interjects a verbal jab at Bruno as he turns to sit on the couch, “My ‘brother’ wouldn’t be fucking my woman…” “Well, if my ‘brother’ was fucking her right, I wouldn’t have to…”, Bruno smirks standing his ground. All you hear is air whoosh past you as Phil punches Bruno in his left eye. You turn around just in time to see Bruno stumble back a bit before swinging to hit Phil in his left eye. You jump between them before anymore blows are exchanged. Bruno and Phil stand on edge staring each other down. It’s clear that no one is ready to talk this out. Phil storms out of the room up the stairs. Bruno is sitting on the couch angry, breathing HARD! His left eye is starting to swell. You squat down next to him and caress the left side of his face. He winces. “You’re gonna need some ice on that immediately to stop the swelling”. You run to the kitchen and make an ice pack. Running back to Bruno’s side, you place the ice pack on his left eye. He winces again and so do you. I mean you ARE responsible for this. “Are you ok?”, you ask. Bruno looks at you and smiles a little. “I’ll be ok.” “I’m sorry about all of this Bruno”, you apologize not knowing what else to say. “It’s fine. Phil and I will work it out, we always do”. He places his hand atop yours on his cheek and gazes into your eyes. “Besides, it was worth it”.

You wake up the next morning and realize you are on the couch, alone. You make your way upstairs to your room and find it empty. Phil is gone and so are all his things. Your phone alarms, it’s a text from Phil. ‘Decided 2 rent a car & drive back alone. Need time 2 think’. You just stand in the doorway of the bedroom re-reading the text. After a few minutes you feel Bruno behind you. “I heard him leave early this morning”. You are silent still re-reading his text. “Guess it’s just you and me in the car riding back to LA”. You look up at Bruno. Huge tears start to fall from your eyes and you can’t stop them. You drop to the floor in an emotional puddle. Bruno drops next to you and just wraps his arms around you. “I don’t know how Nikki but it’s gonna be ok”. 

It’s after 8pm and you finally arrive home…or should we say to Phil’s place because when you walk in, it doesn’t feel anything like home. Phil is sitting on the deck out back. Your eyes meet when you walk by the patio doors but he doesn’t move nor does he speak. You go up to the bedroom you share with Phil and start to unpack. After a hot shower you lay in bed and try to sleep but you can’t. You have to fix what you broke. You decide to sit up and wait for Phil to come up to bed. After an hour, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs. They stop for a brief moment in front of the bedroom door then continue down the hall. You hear the guest bedroom door open and close. Phil isn’t coming to bed tonight. You take a deep breath and bury yourself under the covers and eventually cry yourself to sleep. The next morning you wake up and make your way downstairs. Phil is walking toward the front door with 2 suitcases. “Good morning”, you say apprehensively. Phil stops briefly, “Morning”. “Are you taking another trip?”, you ask already knowing the answer. Phil puts down both suitcases and walks over to you. Lightly touching your left cheek he smiles and says, “I need some time to think about us and I can’t do that here”. Tears cling to the edges of your eyelids and you look down. “It’s hard for me to see you right now. It’s best if I just go away for a little while”. You can’t believe this is happening. You look up at Phil and see tears in his eyes which are already red and swollen. He turns to leave. “Philip WAIT!”, you blurt. “This is your house. I’ll leave”. You walk toward the stairs but Phil grabs your left hand. “No. Stay. I’m gonna stay with a friend for a little while. It’s fine”. You are not ok with this. Not only have you destroyed the relationship between you two, you fucked his best friend AND the sight of you is making him leave his own house. You can’t let this happen. “No Philip. All of this is my fault. I’m leaving”. You head upstairs, pack your bags and get dressed. Phil is standing at the door pleading for you to change your mind but you ignore him. You place your hands on his face (His beard is scruffy like you like it. He hasn’t shaved in a few days) look into his eyes and kiss those perfect lips for what you pray isn’t the last time. “See you later Philip”, you say, voice shaking as you hold back tears. You hop in your car, and drive off without looking back.

‘Where the hell am I going to go?’, you wonder driving around LA. You pull up to a 7-11 and decide to ponder your next move over a Slurpee because, well, let’s be honest, a Slurpee makes everything better. As you recover from brain-freeze, your phone rings. It’s Bruno. You stare at the screen debating whether or not you should answer the call. “Hello”, you answer finally. “Hey…I just called to see how you were”, Bruno states. “I’m fine”, you reply plainly. “How are things?”, he wonders. You don’t know how to answer that so you don’t. “Nikki? You there?”, Bruno asks. “Yes, I’m here.” “How are things with you and Phil?”, he asks again. Silence. “Nikki, where are you?”, Bruno asks suspiciously. You don’t answer. “Nikki, are you ok? I just wanna help. Where are you?” You just can’t hold back any longer. Sobbing you tell him everything. “I…I just…I just don’t know where to go”. “Stay there, I’m coming to get you.” It seems like only 2 minutes have passed when you see Bruno pull up. He hops out the car in his tee, board shorts and flip flops. His curls are disheveled and his eyes are hidden behind his shades. He jogs up to your drivers side door. Popping his head in your window he smiles, “Look, I want you to follow behind me, ok?” “Why?”, you ask wiping your tears with the back of your hand. “Because you can’t sit here in a 7-11 parking lot, drowning your sorrows in Slurpees. Now follow me”, he says walking back to his car. You do as you are told and follow behind Bruno’s car. It isn’t long before you realize he’s driving you to his house. “NO, NO, NO!!!”, you yell. You pull in front of his house behind him and just sit in your car. ‘This day has just gone from bad to worse’, you admit to yourself. Bruno comes over to the driver’s side and smiles at you. “So you just gonna sit in the car all day?”, he asks opening your door. You don’t respond or move. “Come on…”, he says pulling you by your hands out of the car. You reluctantly go inside. Sitting on his couch you remember the last time you were alone with Bruno at his place. You smile as you look at the couch remembering that night. Bruno slides next to you on the couch with a couple cream sodas and two grilled cheese sandwiches. “Sorry but I wasn’t exactly expecting company so this is all I got”, he smiles passing you a plate. “Thanks but I’m not hungry B.” Frowning he replies, “Nikki, you have to eat something. Just take a few bites”. You take a small bite to appease him and sit the plate on the table. You are just so sad and it’s beginning to consume you. Bruno sees it. “You know what we need? Some music. Let’s listen to the radio”, he says smiling as he walks over to the radio. There is nothing but commercials on every station. “Damn it! A’ight then, hand me your phone. You have Pandora right?”. You nod and throw him your phone. After docking your phone in a Boise speaker, he scrolls through your Pandora stations. “Awe shit! They have a Baltimore Club Station?! Let’s go!!”. He presses play and all you hear is, “Watch out for the big girls…” as Bruno gets his cabbage patch on. You can’t help but giggle. He’s such a fool. He gets you off the couch as The Peculator is mixed in. You can’t help but start to dance. Before you know it, it’s like Hammerjacks up in Bruno’s living room as you two sweat it out to some old school B-More Club music. Laughing, you fall onto the couch and Bruno collapses next to you, laying his head on your shoulder. “I needed that”, you admit. Sitting up, you look him straight in his eyes and say, “Thank you”. “For what?”, he asks furrowing his brow. “You are always there for me when I fuck up. You are my knight in shining flip flops”, you giggle. Bruno laughs and moves closer to you. So close you can feel the heat from his body hitting yours. Staring into your eyes he touches your chin lightly and says quietly, “Nikki, I love you. I’d do anything for you”. Before you can respond, he kisses your lips softly and just gazes into your eyes. You caress his face and kiss him back sliding your body closer to his. His arms embrace your waist as you climb on top of him. His hands are on your hips as you pull off his shirt and shorts. Pulling off your top, he kisses each of your breasts softly as he stares into your eyes. Smiling devilishly, he licks your nipples making them hard enough to cut glass. You moan lightly as he pulls off your shorts and tosses your panties…somewhere. You straddle him and slowly grind on that carrot. You stare into each others eyes moaning in harmony. This…feels…so…GOOD! It’s so intense, your love is trembling with every thrust. Bruno’s hands caress your lower back as you throw your head back and ride that pony like a pro. Bruno never takes his eyes off of you. You smile at him as a familiar feeling settles in your chest. His carrot is pulsating inside of your love. It’s overwhelming and before long your juices leak all over him. He tightens his grip on your hips and grinds deep. You are screaming with unspeakable pleasure as he releases his love into your warm waters. You collapse, out of breath on his sweaty chest. You are high and feverish from that Mars Sars. Bruno kisses the top of your head and tightens his arms around you. “I love you”, he whispers. You smile, “I love you too”. Bruno looks surprised and smiles wide. Coming back down to reality you sit up and realize what you just said. “Wait…”