“Oh my god,” Christian says, half frustration and half panic as he crosses the room in an instant, wrapping me up in his arms. “Frank, what the hell is going on here!?” “I didn’t do anything!” Frankie protests, looking at me wide-eyed from the living room. “She was fine five seconds ago!” Nico d
But…well, it’s still nice, isn’t it? To have my oldest friend resurrect our oldest tradition, just to cheer me up a bit. I sit quietly, flicking through the movie options on the big-screen TV on Christian’s far wall, trying to decide. When Christian comes back a few minutes later with a big tray f
My little Cozy Up extends far past the time that I thought it would. Honestly, I thought it was going to be a glass of wine, a couple of cookies, one a nostalgic old movie and then Christian would kick me out, shooing me along to my room like he always does. But when the first movie ends, he puts
I cannot help biting my lip – just the edge of it! – as Christian lifts up his shirt and reveals his very…very defined stomach muscles. But my intrigue on that point is immediately dashed when I see the huge scar that stretches across his left side, moving from his ribs almost to his navel. “Chr
But then he stops, and nudges his nose with mine, and sighs – a deep, defeated sound. “It’s a beautiful dream, Iris,” he murmurs. “Maybe…in another life.” “It could be this one,” I say, my eyes opening with a plea. Because, I mean…we could do it. Slowly, he shakes his head, and my hand loosens i
I can’t help it. I melt and nuzzle more warmly against Christian. I ignore everything, forcing all the thoughts of how this could result in disaster, how this could ruin our friendship, how he’s not even awake, out of my mind. And instead I let myself indulge, even for the briefest moment, in th
“Wish I had an old friend who was a hot stripper who would drink wine in bed with me and give me comfort –“ “I bet you do!” I call over my shoulder, heading into the kitchen to start the coffee. “Don’t you have a job to do, Frank?” “Hmm?” he says, peering after me into the kitchen, and then he s
Christian climbs out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist, still dripping wet as he reaches for his phone on the bedside table. There, he texts Bianca. Christian: Have time for your favorite step-son today, B? Her reply is almost instant, as it always is. Bianca: Anytime, boy. Com