As Ali sat on the couch flipping through the newest Cosmo, Wyatt walked in the door.
"How was your day?" Ali asked playfully. Wyatt just rolled his eyes.
This was an every day thing for them. Playfully flirting that never seemed to go anywhere.
Later that night, as Ali and Wyatt sat on the couch watching television, Ali found herself thinking about Wyatt as she did every night. Her eyes ran up and down his face. His soft green eyes were fixated on the latest basketball game, his tongue grazing across his thin lips, and her mind going places they shouldn't.
Ali wasn't exactly the type that Wyatt would go for normally. She was all of five feet tall and a curvy woman. Although she had curves in all the right places, she had a few extra in places she didn't want. She had medium length reddish-brown hair and brown eyes. Though she had gone out on plenty of dates, there was only one person that she wanted. That was Wyatt.
Ali shook her head and cleared her throat. Wyatt looked over and smiled.
"If you want to watch something else, we can." He stated plainly. Ali just shook her head no.
"This is fine." Her voice breaking.
"But, you don't like basketball."
"I'm not really paying any attention anyways." She smiled. They just locked eyes for a moment they Wyatt looked away.
'Shit' she said to herself. 'Just say something. Anything!'
She didn't.
"I'm going to bed." Wyatt stood and Ali watched the muscles in his back contract. The muscles strained against his wife beater as his arms went into the air. The shirt rose and the top of his boxers peaked out. She smiled. He was wearing the heart boxer's she had gotten for him for Valentines Day. Ali laughed to herself thinking back. She'd done it as a joke and Wyatt had laughed about it but, the feeling she got when he wrapped his arms around her, that is a feeling she would never forget.
That was six months ago and she hadn't been able to get enough courage to do something about it.
Through her daydreaming, she heard his bedroom door close. She let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes. She pictured him standing in front of her. Six foot one, his light brown hair cut short, he looked more like a man who'd just flown in from the Caribbean then one from Michigan. His skin tan, his body, nice. He had a little extra padding on his frame, but that made Ali like him even more. Laughing to herself, she grabbed the remote and switched the television off.
Walking down the short hallway, she found herself pausing in front of his door. She listened, nothing. The floor creaked lightly beneath her as she entered her room.
As usual, Ali didn't close her door. Her fantasy's got the best of her sometimes. Wishing, hoping, that he would come in and kiss her. Wake her from her sleep and make love to her. Oh, what a dream. She pulled off her hooded sweatshirt and shorts and crawled into bed. Her legs glided across the flannel sheets and her boy-short underwear started to bunch. Reaching under the covers, she pulled them off.
"Much better," she whispered. Within minutes, she was in a deep sleep. **********
"Ali! ALI! Wake up!" Ali shot up in her bed and looked into soft green eyes. She was breathing heavy and sweat had formed on her brow. "Are you alright? I heard yelling."
"Huh?" Was all she could muster up.
"Your yelling woke me up. You were whipping your arms all over. Are you ok?"
"Um," a cool draft made her body shiver and then realized her breasts were bare. She pulled her sheet up and blushed. "Yeah. Just...just a bad dream." She closed her eyes for a second and bit her bottom lip.
"Are you sure? It seemed to be a lot more than that."
"That's all, scout's honor." She held up her first three fingers.
"Boy scout is the first two fingers."
"Girl scout is first three."
"Yeah, yeah."
