Behind Closed Doors

To be or not to be

Chapter Two

I ease into the driveway of our beach house, park the car perfectly and cut the ignition off. I slam the door and walk around to the other side I see Bryan’s door open, he’s leaning in the back of the cab of the truck searching for something.

“Grab my tote bag, its right behind your seat.” I tell him, as he reaches grabs it and another bag Lauren had asked for him to take back to the house. 

“What’s in here?” he asks as he easily lifts the bag his muscle flexing as he does so. I watch his arms then my eyes follow the movement to his shirt, which is very fitted and tightened around his abs, well defined. I stare at his body.

“Jessica! Snap out of it, what are you looking at? I’ve called you like three times!” he says sounding creeped out by my staring.

“Oh what do you want?” I ask snapping out of my trance.

“There are two bags, do you want both?” he lifts both the bags.

“Oh yea, I forgot, Lauren wanted us to bring something back to the house, she said she didn’t need it and that we could keep it, so grab it.” He grabs both the bags and we walk into the apartment.

 “Can you pull my shirt down?” I ask as we walk up the porch. He looks at me, his eyes lingering then he drops the bags by his side, walk towards me, and sticks his hands out to pull it down. I grab his shirt, he blushes, and I pull it up half way revealing his six-pack, I run my hand across it.

“Jessica! What are you doing?” He says blushing really hard.

“What does it look like I'm doing, cowboy,” He tries to pulls his shirt and mine down very quickly, but I am having too much fun.

I grab his shirt and yank it all the way to the top, his tanned muscles shining in the sun light above us. He panics instantly dropping the bags and pulls it down. For a minute, I thought he was mad he just stood there. Before I know it Bryan’s hand are on me and he yanks off shirt, leaving me with just my bra.

“Stop calling me cowboy,” he says grinning like a toddler with a new toy. 

“I won’t! And give me my shirt back!”

“You want me Jessica Peters and you’re mad you can’t have so you’re doing everything you can to get me.” He says then licks his lips bribing me and swings my shirt around and starts to mimic an exotic dancer twisting and turning, stretching my shirt all around.

“I don’t want you! That’s bullshit!” I say really bent out of shape, in between this I end up on the floor.

“You can’t stop thinking about me, and now with Lauren out of the way, you’re going to attack me like a lioness.” He says in a deep growl like tone.

“Rawr!” he says pretending to claw at me then laughs.

“I don’t want you Bryan,” I say as he runs into the house, leaving me there to get my shirt and compose myself. I look for him and don’t see him. After about five minutes I get myself together and walk into the house. Its silent and no sign of Bryan lingers.

“Bryan, stop playing, before I hang you out the window with a wedgie out of this world and kill you’re fish.” I say in a mean tone. I stand in front door in the  foyer  waiting for him.

“Okay fine dummy, I’ll just-” his door opens from behind somebody jumps on my back.  “Ahhhhhhhhh!” I scream honestly scared.

“Hahaha!” I hear Bryan’s annoying laughter as I balance myself out, on top of him.