This immediately pisses him off.
“Well, maybe if you weren't letting guys put their hands all over you, I wouldn't have been a dick."
“And maybe if you would have danced with me, your hands would have been the only ones on me."
"I don't like that music, and I don't like that kind of dancing,"
“Is it because you can't dance? I'd teach you. I mean it's not hard."
"I can dance fine. I just don't think it's fun. I like listening to Twisted Dreams, but that techno shit gives me a headache."
"You sound like an old man. Even Tommy likes to dance."
“See? See that tone you just used? That's your bitch coming out."
“No, B, that’s my pissed coming out! You upset me last night. You wouldn't dance with me. You got pissed I wanted to dance. What happened to all your let's experience life stuff? You didn't even try to experience it or have fun. You sat on the sidelines. I don't want to sit on the sidelines of life. I want to be in the game. I thought that's what you wanted too. And I'm not being a bitch. I was nice to you. Nice to everyone I met last night. I made some new friends. The guy I was dancing with when you left was really cool. I met his friends later, introduced them to the band, and they took us all out for breakfast at this great little family-owned diner where we had the most amazing breakfast. Homemade scones that melt in your mouth. You would have loved it. Damian thought they were really cool."
“Were they all guys?"
“Not that it matters, but no."
Brooklyn lets out a big sigh. He’s frustrated. Probably because he knows he’s wrong.
“You want to keep fighting about this?" he finally asks.
“Not really.”
He runs his hand through his long shaggy hair. “I think I'm just ready to go home. I live on the beach; it's what I love. All this big city stuff drives me nuts. I feel like I can't breathe."
"I like both. I had a great time on the beach, but cities can be fun too."
"I can see that,” he says quietly. "I'm sorry, okay. You're right. I was being a dick."
I smile and feel so much happier. I was really worried this might break us up. Not that we're actually going out, but whatever we are, we've been together.
“It’s okay. We've been together pretty much day and night for a couple months. And we’re traveling. That can be stressful sometimes."
Brooklyn says flatly, “Not when you carry good luggage."
Sunday, August 14th
Explode with desire.
7:30am
I get woken up by Brooklyn, who is pushing on my shoulder.
“Ummm,” I say, tossing the covers up over my head. “I need a minute.”
And oh, my gosh, do I.
I close my eyes and will myself to go back to the dream I was having.
I was dancing in the club with the English boy. I could see Brooklyn still sitting at his table, looking bored and irritated, when I felt a pair of familiar hands on my hips and turned around to face Cush. Cush gave me his naughty grin and started dancing with me. He never even said a word. We just danced. I had danced with the English boy most of the rest of the night and he was adorable, but he didn’t make me hot. Like, I never felt attracted to him. I just assumed it was because I’m in love with Brooklyn. I mean, I shouldn’t be attracted to anyone else ever again.
But in my dream, Cush’s hands felt so good on my body. First his hands were on my back. Then they trailed down my arms. Then he pulled my ass in close to him and put his leg between mine. I was grinding on his leg and was as close to his body as I could possibly get. My hands were low on his back, practically begging him to get closer. But it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t get him close enough, and all I could think about was getting him into bed.
When he put his mouth on my neck and slowly sucked on my skin, I felt like I might explode with desire. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything or anyone more. His tongue slowly slid up my neck, and I could feel his warm breath on my ear. “I can’t wait,” he whispered into my ear.
Then the club faded away, and we were outside in an alley. He pushed me up against a brick wall, reached under my skirt, and ripped a hole in my pantyhose. Then he pushed my panties aside and was inside me before I could even take a breath. I never once worried about anyone seeing us in the alley and, as turned on as I was, I’m pretty sure I didn’t care.
My insides are still throbbing.
I relive the dream in my head over and over. The way I was grinding on his leg. The way he dragged me into the alley. The sound it made when he ripped my hose. The ravenous way he was kissing me.
“Keatyn, you’ve got to get up. We have a flight to catch and you’re not even packed,” Brooklyn says loudly.
I open my eyes and look at the clock.
I am beyond horny.