*Two weeks later*
“Nick! Stop that! Now!” I yelled, laughing.
He kept sprinkling flour over my head… Cooking together was not a good idea. When he ran out of flour, he lifted me and carried me over his shoulder. He slapped my bottom and I let out a shriek. It also wasn’t a good idea to wear only Nick’s shirt to cover me… And when I say only, it’s because I literally have nothing on underneath.
“Will you keep arguing about my cooking skills?”
The oil that was on the kitchen countertop was within my reach. Since Nick couldn’t see me, I grabbed it. And I poured its entire contents over his head. I could feel and see how his entire back tensed.
“Oh… You didn’t,” he murmured, tightening my legs against his chest.
“In fact, yes. Yes, I did,” I replied, laughing.
I could feel my legs covered in oil, but I didn’t care. Nick slid his fingers up the inside of my thighs and began to touch me where I should be wearing underwear.
“You should wear something that covers you here, don’t you think? There’s a guy in this apartment who’s been tempted all the time to touch you.”
“I think I know that guy.”
“Going for the fourth round, Sam?”
“Don’t even think about it. I’m starving and…” He began to move his fingers there. All my self-control went out the window. “Let’s go for the fourth round, Nick.”
Three weeks later.
“I have class in an hour. So don’t even think about taking off anything you’re wearing,” I squinted my eyes threateningly.
I grabbed the curtain that covered my body while I showered, the only thing exposed was my face. Nick had that cheeky smile on his face, the one that told me what he wanted.
He took off his shirt and the air left my lungs. Damn…
Okay, I realized I have a serious fetish with his back. It’s so sexy.
When he began to remove his pants, there was a knock on the door. Thank god.
But who could come at eight in the morning?
“Did you invite Eva?” He asked with a touch of confusion in his voice. I shook my head and he grabbed the bathroom door handle.
“Put on your shirt,” I told him before he left the room.
He came back for it, smiling. He put it on and approached me, the curtain still covered my whole body, so there was still no risk of him touching me.
“You’re afraid it’s the neighbor, right?” He murmured inches from my face.
Turns out a girl moved in a few days ago to the apartment across the way. She comes to knock on our door thirty times a day, looking for Nick to help her with boxes and with issues that occur in the house that I’m sure she deliberately causes. Plus, she keeps looking at him. One of these days I’m going to kill her.
“She was looking at your ass the whole time. Of course, I don’t want her to have details of any part of your body that only I can see.”
“Ah, my cavewoman girl,” he said, touching the tip of his nose to mine.
“You be mine. Never look at the neighbor. Understand?” I told him, smiling.
“Yes, ma’am,” he gave me a chaste kiss on the lips. “Anyway, I have eyes for no one but you.”
“How romantic, now go open the door before they break it down.”
He moved away from me, but not before pulling the curtain aside. Exposing all my wet body.
He looked at me from top to bottom and seductively bit his lip.
“I’ll be right back,” he winked at me and walked out the door. I put the curtain back in place and laughed as I let the water run down my face.
After what happened with his brother, we rarely argued anymore. These two weeks we were in our bubble. No one and nothing could penetrate it… Although whenever we were about to start a discussion he would always shut me up with kisses and other things that involve more than just kisses.
Whenever we arrived at the apartment, his hands and mine practically stick to each other’s bodies. The force of attraction overcomes us.
I finished bathing and turned off the water. I found it strange that Nick didn’t come back earlier and was a little disappointed that he didn’t. I wrapped a towel around my body and could hear things falling to the floor from the kitchen.
I rushed out of the bathroom and saw Nick, grabbing a guy who seemed quite young but at the same time ruined. He was dressed in dirty clothes, had dark circles under his eyes, and his cheeks were sunken. From his face and body, I could deduce who he is.
“Nick?” I asked, terrified, he looked at me but didn’t let go of his brother?
Now that I think about it, they resemble each other. Too much. They have the same eyes and the same hair. His features are not as perfect as Nick’s, and I would dare say that they were ruined due to his addiction. But I can tell that before drugs, this guy was beautiful.
“Get out of here,” he growled, looking at me with furrowed brows.
“A new whore, brother? When you’re done with her, you can pass her on to me, you know… a better welcome gift than this,” the boy says, laughing. His laughter made my skin prickle, and it caused me to tense up, I was frightened. Everything about him was scary, his way of looking at me, his way of speaking, laughing, or even breathing.
Yes, I’m exaggerating. The worst part? He’s here, looking at my bare legs and probably in his mind taking off the towel that covered me. It would have been great to have gotten dressed before running into the kitchen.
“Shut your fucking mouth, bastard,” Nick pushed him against the wall, putting his forearm on his neck.
His brother’s face changed within seconds. Now it was turning a shade of violet.
I tightly gripped Nick’s shoulder.
“Stop,” I managed to say, my words came out strangled.
“Samantha, this is between him and me. Go to the bathroom. Lock yourself in there,” he told me, carefully controlling his words to avoid lashing out at me. He let go of his brother and moved away from him.
Paulo coughed a few times and sat on the couch.
“Ah, I see. Nick’s tamed,” he laughed.
What’s wrong with him? He laughs when we’re in this situation? Is he an idiot?
“This is the last time I tell you, shut your mouth before I break it.”
His teeth were clenched and his hands were balled up into fists at his sides.