Him: Hey, are you home?
Me: Yeah, getting ready for bed
I looked up, startled to hear a knock on my apartment door. I sat in shock for a minute, as three hard knocks came again. I glanced back at my phone screen
Him: It's me at the door...
I used the peephole to confirm it was really him. From what I could see he had both hands braced on the sides of the door frame, his arm muscles rippling as he leaned in. He must have sensed me behind the door because he raised his head and smiled tiredly.
I moved to quickly unlock the locks... what is he doing here, I wondered? He wasn't supposed to get back until Monday.
I pulled the door open and he immediately stepped forward, backing me into my apartment and slamming the door behind him. He kept coming until I was backed into the far wall. He braced one forearm above my head and cupped my cheek with the other. We stood frozen like that, for what seemed like forever. I don't think he's ever been this close to me. He slowly sank to his knees wrapping his arms around me and resting his head on my stomach.
Well, this is awkward. I looked down at the top of his head resting against my stomach, and I wasn't quite sure what to do with my hands. He didn't seem to be moving or going anywhere quickly, so I rested them lightly on his shoulders. At my slight touch, he pulled me in tighter, nuzzling his cheek against me. Thank goodness I just took a bath, otherwise the stench of working in my parent's yard would be all over him. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out, still not saying a word or moving. Leaning over slightly, I didn't want to break the mood, I whispered, "Hi?"
He mumbled, I couldn't quite catch it, but it sounded like a soft "Hello." From my vantage point, I tried to determine if there were any clues to what was happening right now. Nothing out of the ordinary, well, if him kneeling and hugging me was "ordinary." In all the years I've known him, I only ever got a "bro hug." I was friendzoned so hard, that most times I got a high five. This was... different. My hands ached to run through his hair, but we don't do that. He nuzzled me again, this time lifting his face a little higher, and I could hear the, "so soft" he whispered. Without warning he quickly stood, frowned down at me for a moment, glancing around my apartment. And that's when my world turned upside down. No, literally. He picked me up in a fireman's carry, made his way to my front door and locked it. Then headed down the hallway to my bedroom.
Now if I had my full senses I would marvel that he was able to pick me up so easily. But I was too busy hanging on, trying not to slip off and land on my head, all while yelling, "what in the world are you doing?" I knew I was safe, he would never hurt me. But this, I had no idea what this was. He entered my room, me still over his shoulder, but I managed to at least pull myself up so I was braced against his back. I felt him survey the room before striding toward the bed and gently settling me in the middle of it. I promptly sat up, ready to demand answers, but his actions gentled me. He cupped my face, leaning close to nuzzle his nose against my temple before placing a light kiss on my forehead. His lips were so warm that I think they imprinted and seared into my skin for eternity. Okay, that sounds dramatic, but I never felt his lips on me before, and this was amazing. That soft, unexpected brush of his lips, caused my thighs to clench in anticipation. What in the world is going on? "Relax" he whispered, guiding me to lay back against the pillows. "It's just me," he added as he slipped his shoes off and pulled his jacket off as well. His hands toyed with the bottom of his shirt, like he wasn't sure if he should take it off or not. His gaze traveled up the length of my body, as he slowly pulled it over his head. I was finally able to get a good look at him. He looked tired, worn to the bone. He almost lost his balance a little while removing the shirt. He must have felt my gaze on him, as he gave me a half-hearted smile and offered, "I've been on airplanes for the last 36 hours." I must have raised my eyebrows, so he went on, "I stopped at my place, showered, and came here."
I was speechless, I'm not sure why I would be his first stop after his trip, or why he even came home in such a rush. I was about to ask these questions, when he unsnapped the button on his jeans, and crawled into bed with me. I guess I should mention that I have a king sized bed. There's more than enough room for both of us, and maybe 4 more people. He could have easily stayed over there, but the man slid his arm beneath my head, turned me away from his body so he was the big spoon. He then lifted my top leg and slid his between mine. We were spooning. My mind started spinning rational reasons for why. Was he abducted by aliens while he was away? Was this the same man who only allowed me to touch him on holidays? He curved his other arm around me, pulling me firmly back into his body. I held completely still... do I start the interrogation or wait to see what he does next? I guess I waited too long, as the next noise was a soft snore as his body relaxed.
I must have fallen asleep too, because when I woke up and glanced at the clock, it was 2am and pitch black in the room. I also found myself sprawled on my stomach, with him practically covering me like a blanket. I shifted my leg a little to see how much wiggle room I had, and encountered bare skin. What happened to his pants? His head was resting in the middle of my back, my lower half of my body trapped under his leg. And guess who had to pee?
I've read about this in other romance books, but never would believe it happens in real life. Or at least to me in real life. For every inch I gained from trying to ease out from under him, the tighter his arm got. And then it happened, just when I thought he was rolling away, he curled himself around me and rolled over with me. Now I'm trapped on this side of the bed. Hey, at least I was closer to the bathroom. I waved my free arm in mock celebration. He inched closer, nuzzling his thigh up higher between my legs. Okay, I really needed to move before I ended up peeing on him.
I finally untangled myself and ran for the bathroom, making it just in time. I needed a plan... after finishing my business and washing up, I paced the bathroom a bit. Do I leave him in my bed and move to the couch? Do I wake him up and demand to know what is going on? Glancing at my watch, it's now 2:30am. He said he was tired, and he is my friend, it's not like he has bad intentions. I just don't understand what they are. He's just never been so touchy-feely with me. I mean, if I let myself relax into this, I'd wrap myself around him and sleep in his arms all night. It would probably be the best bit of sleep I ever had. I reversed and walked back.. I mean my bathroom isn't that big, there's a lot of thinking to do in five paces. Maybe he is out of the bed? I turned off the light and cracked open the door to peek. No, he is face down in my bed, star-fishing. I quickly closed the door and leaned against it. What do I want to do? As I pondered against the door for a few minutes, I was startled to hear a light knuckle tap against it. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to find him standing there, in just his boxer briefs, lightly rubbing his chest. He looked me up and down and held out his hand for mine.
Fuck it... I took his hand. Through the moonlight I saw him wink at me and give me a soft smile. He walked backwards towards the bed, something I couldn't do even if I had air traffic control directing me, guiding me along all the way.
When we got to the side of the bed, he tossed back the covers so we could crawl underneath. I started to get in but he stopped me. "Do you want to take off your pj bottoms?" Say what now? He wants me to take off my armor? "My bottoms?" I questioned, my voice squeaking alarmingly at the end. He chuckled softly, "yeah, it's going to get hot under there-" he must have realized what he said because he abruptly stopped and went wide eyed. "I mean... body heat.. us laying.. ummm," he cleared his throat, "I like to cuddle and I want us to be comfortable." He rubbed his hand over his chest again, which I'm starting to think is a nervous tell. This was it, when will this happen again? Without a thought I dropped them to the floor and climbed in. Luckily it wasn't granny panty time of the month and I had some cute boy shorts on.
As I crawled over to the center of the bed, I felt his eyes on me. I glanced over my shoulder in time to catch him lick and bite his bottom lip, his eyes trained to my ass. Oh this was starting to get interesting now.