“Can you lower that?” Mikey asked.
“Sorry.” I mumbled lowering the volume on the television. I couldn’t concentrate on the television or, even decide on something to watch because my mind kept drifting to Mikey. I peeked at him out of the corner of my eye noticing the ridges of his abdomen and how chiseled his chest was. I wanted to run my finger over each and every contour and then repeat the process with my tongue.
Fuck it. “Mikey?”
“Hmm?” He responded, barely audible and I wondered if he was half asleep already.
“Are you naked under there?”
“Why don’t you come closer and find out?” His eyes remained closed as his lips curved into a grin.
Yeah, definitely not half asleep.
“I’m good thanks.” I said, reaching for one of the magazines trying to distract myself from my own curiosity. I heard a muffled chuckle come from Mikey causing me to roll my magazine up and swat him on his chest.
His laugh grew louder and he grabbed the magazine before I could swing at him again.
“What’s so funny?” I said, turning my body to face him. “So what if you’re naked underneath there. I don’t care.”
“You sure about that Princess?” He said finally opening his eyes. His eyes were hooded as they peered at me sexily. I squirmed slightly, feeling the familiar pang of lust in the pit of my stomach that I generally got every time Mikey pierced me with one of those looks. I swear to God, he eye fucked me into oblivion whenever he looked at me like that.
“Go to bed Mikey.” I said, my voice sounding more like a plea than a demand.
“I am in bed.” He said pointedly.
“Well then, just fall asleep.” I said waiting for him to close his eyes. “Close your eyes!” He didn’t. “I thought you were tired.”
“I am tired, but I can’t fall asleep if you keep talking.”
“I’ll shut up. I’m going to go to bed anyway.” I had no idea how I was supposed to fall asleep next to him but now I had to pretend at least to fall asleep. I took the magazines, placing them on the nightstand before I turned the lamp off, leaving the light of the hushed television as the only light illuminating the room.
I carefully laid down as far away from Mikey and whatever it was he was packing underneath the sheets. I rolled over so my back was towards him and stared at the wall trying to figure out how the hell I was going to get a handle on myself. We never had a chance to talk about the whole phone sex thing because we fought over Rico instead. Then we didn’t talk for a while add the kiss at the club and the shootout that followed I think it was safe to say we were both too preoccupied to deal with this attraction we had for one another. Until now, it seemed. We were secluded together in this motel locked away from the mess of our real lives and living in the fantasy of our new lives. Sure we were still Mikey and Nikki but for some reason I felt like we were in our own little bubble. Maybe that would change once we got to Aunt Gina’s but for now it was just us in this room. No mobsters, no drug dealing scumbag boyfriends, no one but us.
A part of me knew that if I acted on my attraction for Mikey I might regret it. It wasn’t as if I expected much from him and logically I told myself it would just be sex. I needed sex, he needed sex, it would be a win-win situation, but the truth was I cared about Mikey and I wasn’t so sure that having sex with him was the smartest idea. We were on the run for heaven’s sake, there were crazed men with guns probably looking for us hoping to make an example of us and send our remains to my father. I’m not really sure where having an affair with Mikey fit into that whole mess. It definitely wouldn’t be the smartest idea.
I tossed and turned fluffed my pillow and turned to lay on my back. I stared up at the popcorn ceiling and groaned wondering how my sister was handling being holed up somewhere with Anthony. At least she had Luca as a buffer all I had was a ratty old sheet or I did because against my better judgement, I peeled down the sheet and slipped underneath the stiff cotton.
“Nikki.” He said my name like he was committing a sin like he was crossing a line and didn’t give a fuck.
“Yeah?” I whispered.
“You’re keeping me awake with all your thinking.” He said, flipping onto his side to face me. “Turn around.” He demanded huskily.
I couldn’t decide if his voice was laced with restraint or frustration as I obeyed his command rolling onto my side.
“Are you going to tell me a bedtime story?” I asked as his arm wrapped around my waist. I don’t know how it happened if he pulled me towards him or if I went voluntarily, but my body was suddenly pressed against his. It was the closest I’d ever been to him, it felt as if it had always been like this, as if we were somehow made to fit to one another the way our bodies molded together. A perfect fit.