We were standing in the middle of his living room. It was an open concept room. I leaned into the dining room chair and ended up plopped down seated. I let my bag drop to the floor. I was tired. He looked down at me and then lean down facing me while his hands were on the arms of the dark green chair.
"So Ronnie, we are here and this is what you choose to do? Is this what you intended on doing once you got me here?'' I keep staring at him, and one thing keeps me puzzled. Where is everyone?
"Shhh, be quiet, you will wake everyone up." He straightens up and offers his hand to help me stand to my feet. I oblige him and I end up hugging his midsection and listening to his tummy growl.
"My parents are in Vegas for the weekend. My brother Eric is with his friends in San Antonio. So we are all alone. We are free to do anything we want. Now that I have answered your question what do you want to do?" This intel is sobering me up and quickly. I am now aware of the house population...us and two dogs.
I walk over to the kitchen and open the refrigerator. I grab a bowl of grapes and start to eat them. I need to sober up. I also need to inform him about my situation. He walks over to me and smiles.
"Will you feed me?' He opens his mouth, slightly. I am not a flirt. I am not the girl he wants me to be. I am not Chelsea. She is a girl who exudes sexuality and her confidence is six feet in front of her. She has no problem walking up to Tommy and sitting on his lap with confidence and know he desires her. Again, I am not Chelsea.
"Ronnie? Are you gonna share those grapes?" I wake up out of my haze.
"I am not Chelsea. I am not like her." I pause and look down at the grapes in the bowl. "Tommy, I can't do what she does for you." I keep my eyes down because they are now welling with tears. Tommy grabs a large handful of grapes. He is walking away towards the guest bathroom and eating the grapes. He disappears and I hear him start the shower. A couple of minutes later he calls out my name
"Ronnie, come here." I walk towards his voice. He is standing fully clothed in the bathroom.
"Here is one of my t-shirts and some of my boxers. Take a shower, get the club scent off of you. I am going to shower in my parents bathroom. After you are done, meet me in my room. We have unfinished business to handle." He kisses my temple and walks out and locks the door behind him.
I grab the scrunchy on my wrist and quickly place my hair in a messy bun on top of my head. I strip and jump into the hot shower. It hits my senses and I quickly relax. After a few minutes of soaping up and rinsing the club funk off of me, I begin to realize my situation and the tension begins to rise. Once clean and dried I put on his oversized t-shirt. It's an oversized athletic gray shirt. The logo says 'JT Swabbing.' I feel the softness of this used t-shirt. It reminds me of him. It smells like him. Once I am dressed, I gather the nerve to walk to his bedroom.
I have been in this room so many times. Tonight I am hesitant to walk inside, He is standing by his bed and wearing sweatpants, and a white tank top. I am glued to the floor at the threshold of the room.
"Come on, hop into bed. It is very late." I glance at the clock radio. I have the same digital brown clock sitting on my nightstand. It says 1:30 am. It's not that late. At least not for Tommy. I feel something fluffy pass by my bare legs. I look down and it's Tina. This little fluff ball heard and followed his commands. She lays on the foot of the bed and is staring at me. i get into the bed and grab her and hold her like a shield. Tina is loving the cuddles.
"Okay Tina, Goodnight. Go to your bed." He gently takes her out of my hands and walks out of the room with her. I hear him talking to her and then all the house lights are turned off one by one. The only light left on was the room I was occupying. He walked in, shut the door and turned off the light, The room was pitch black. I feel the spot next to me on the bed sink from his weight.
"I like sleeping late, at least until 8:30 am. Oh and I sometimes snore. Just a warning." Once the declarations are said I roll over onto my side facing away from him. I will myself to close my eyes and go to sleep. I am almost asleep, when I feel an arm reach over and pull me towards the body it belongs to. I feel him smell the back collar of my shirt and he kisses my exposed shoulder once.
"Goodnight Ronnie." His breathing deepens and I am finally relaxing and soon sleeping.
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