Chapter 31
For a moment they just looked at one another, as if mesmerized. Mimi recognized
that lusty glint in Brady’s eyes. She had seen it before, and once again found
herself unable to breathe let alone think coherently while he looked at her with
such naked hunger. Part of her whispered that this was wrong – what if her
father woke up? What if she was caught? But she was finding that instead of her
thinking being a deterrent, it actually lent the whole encounter an air of
adventure and excitement.
Brady only let a few seconds pass before he spoke. "Do you want to be with
me, Mimi?"
Mimi’s eyes were trained on Brady’s lips. Why was he talking? There were
much, much better things he could be doing with his mouth than talking.
Brady lay looking up at Mimi, loving the feeling of her body pressed against
hers. He pulled her so that she was lying fully on top of him, her chest against
his, her legs in between his own. His fingers went into her hair, rubbing the
back of her scalp. "I need you to tell me you want this too," he
whispered lowly.
Mimi ignored him and placed her lips against his. Brady was more than a bit
surprised when Mimi’s tongue darted against his lips. That was the first time
she had initiated anything like that. Brady returned her kiss, but quickly
pulled her head back. "Mimi, I can’t do this unless you tell me you want
to." He began leaving small kisses against her neck, down to her collarbone
and along the opening of her pajama top where her skin was exposed. Mimi sighed
from the sheer pleasure of it. Brady’s lips trailed over her skin, and Mimi
shuddered. "Why is your body telling me things your brain can’t
say?" he queried gently.
"Brady," she said in a whispery voice.
"Yes?" he murmured, his mouth still moving across her skin.
"I want you," she said simply, matter-of-factly, as if it were the
most natural thing in the world.
That was all Brady needed to hear. His lips met hers in an explosion. There was
nothing tentative in Brady’s kisses. No hesitant moment of exploration, no
gentle coaxing. It was pure hunger and need. Pure Brady. She quickly found
herself meeting his demand with her own hunger and her own needs. Mimi again had
those wonderful feelings of being wanted and desired. All the things she’d
felt all the times before when she’d kissed Brady. All the things she’d
always craved her whole life. But not once in all those times had she dreamed
that it could feel like this.
Mimi started to feel a deep hollow ache inside, a painful hunger that formed a
knot inside her. She didn’t know how to relieve it, except to keep kissing
Brady. But instead of making it better, the passion between them seemed to make
it worse. She didn’t know what it was she wanted exactly, but driven by
millions of years of instinct, Mimi tried to get closer to Brady, to feel him
everywhere. Her elbows rested on either side of his head, her hands in his hair,
as she kissed him over and over again.
Brady was kissing her back with the urgency that always seemed to accompany
their embraces. Brady wondered again what it was about Mimi that made him feel
this desperation to kiss her, to touch her, to be with her. Desire pooled in the
pit of his stomach, hot and urgent, and began spreading throughout his entire
body. He was eager to touch her skin, to feel it under his fingertips. His hands
slid down her back until the reached the bottom of her pajama top. He began
tugging on it, trying to slide it upwards. It got caught underneath Mimi’s
stomach, and she assisted him by lifting up momentarily so that he could
continue pulling it up. Once Brady had access to Mimi’s back, he began running
his hands across it, down her sides, feeling as much of her as he could. If
there was a substance softer than her skin, he wasn’t aware of it.
Mimi wondered why it was that every time Brady touched her, she felt like he
left trails of fire wherever his fingers caressed her. She was greedy for all
the sensations she was experiencing to grow, to continue. Her insides twisted
and turned as the feelings burst through her, linking themselves into other
sensations that came in their place and grew even larger. She felt like a wax
candle that had been placed too close to a fire, and she was slowly melting into
a large Mimi puddle. All she knew was that she wanted more. More of the warmth,
more of the heat. More of the way he made her feel. Mimi began shifting her hips
against Brady in her desire to get even closer to him, unaware of the effect
that she was having.
As she innocently wriggled against him, Brady moaned aloud, not able to take
that particular form of torture, fairly certain he would die if she continued.
But what a helluva way to go¸ some still functioning part of his brain decided.
He rolled them onto their sides, not breaking their embrace. Mimi began tugging
at his shirt with jerky motions, as if she didn’t quite have control over her
own limbs. Brady broke off the kiss, sat up to jerk his shirt off in one clean
motion, and nearly went insane when Mimi purred with pleasure at gaining access
to his well-toned chest. His head lolled back on the bed as she began planting
kisses across his pectorals, along his collarbone, on his shoulders, on his
neck. Brady knew he’d never wanted anyone like this. He’d never had to have
anyone. But he knew he had to have Mimi. She was so warm, so responsive, so…mine.
She’s mine. Brady was shocked by that thought and wondered where that
possessiveness had come from.
He pulled her head from his chest to again kiss her, trying to convey to her
what it was that he wanted, what feelings and sensations he was experiencing.
Mimi’s top was well up over her hips, exposing her underwear. Brady pulled
back his head to study Mimi. "Do you have any idea what white cotton
panties do to me?" he asked with a leer. Mimi wanted to laugh, wanted to
revel in this power that she had over Brady, how she could make him shake with
just one touch. Brady let his hand go down to her outer thigh, and began running
his fingers along her side. They went up over her hip, along her waist and snuck
under her pajama top. Brady watched her intently as his hand continued up along
her rib cage until he brushed them against the underside of Mimi’s breast. She
gasped at the strange sensations that this caused, and closed her eyes, trying
to absorb them. She suddenly felt Brady’s mouth on hers again, and she arched
her back, moaning against him as his hand cupped her breast, his thumb working
the pink tip. She wasn’t the only one with power here. Brady could make her
shake with one touch too.
She grabbed his shoulders suddenly, wanting to feel him on top of her. Brady was
caught off-guard by this quick movement, and with no free hand to brace himself
he and Mimi spun completely off the bed. They landed with a loud thud on the
floor. The fall managed to shake several items off of Mimi’s nightstand as
well, and they landed with a loud clatter. Mimi’s eyes widened as she looked
at him, and they both held their breaths, heads cocked to see if that sound had
awoken anyone. Mimi heard her parents’ bed creaking in the next room, and knew
that her father was getting out of his bed.
"Get up," she hissed as she pushed against his chest. "You have
to get out of here." Mimi leapt to her feet while Brady continued lying on
his side, looking dazed. Mimi grabbed Brady’s shirt and threw it at him and
began tugging on his forearm.
"Brady, you have to get out of here now. If my father finds you in here he
will cut off all the protruding parts of your body," she begged urgently,
greatly relieved when Brady finally got to his feet. She started pushing him
towards the window. Mimi ran back over to her bed, turning the light out, and
climbed under her covers. Brady stood at the window for a moment, as if he didn’t
quite understand what was happening.
"What are you doing? You have to go!" she said in a stage whisper.
"Friday," Brady said lowly.
"Yes, I’ll see you on Friday. I mean, if you can actually last until
then. Now get out!"
Brady hesitated for a brief second, and then climbed out of the window. He had
just pulled it shut when Mimi’s father opened her door. He looked around the
room, and then came over to Mimi’s bed. He ran his hand over her hair, and
leaned down to kiss her forehead. Satisfied that everything seemed to be fine,
he decided he must have dreaming and returned to his room.
Mimi’s eyes flew open, and she sighed with relief. The events of the last few
minutes filled her head. What had she been thinking? Or not thinking? And what
would happen when she saw Brady on Friday?
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Chloe lay in her bed, staring up at her ceiling. She was far too wired to sleep.
The events of that afternoon kept running through her head. But always her
thoughts returned to one thing. Philip. That beautiful sun-streaked hair. Those
twinkling blue eyes. Those killer dimples. That amazing smile. And that
wonderful, wonderful mouth of his that had done so many lovely things to her.
She turned on her side to look at the crown she had received from the Last
Blast, the moonlight catching the rhinestones and making them sparkle as if they
were real diamonds. Chloe hugged the pillow she was holding even tighter. It was
better than any fairy tale. She hardly dared dream that it could be real.
Chloe hadn’t wanted to call Belle or Mimi. She knew she wouldn’t know what
to say to them. She wanted to see Philip again, talk to him before she decided
what she should say to her girlfriends. What if it had all been a mistake? What
if Philip asked her not to tell anyone?
Well, it’d be too late if he did. She thought back to earlier that evening
when Craig had come to her room to check on her.
"Hey, is everything okay in here?" Craig said, worried that Chloe
had spent the entire evening in her room. She hadn’t even come down to eat.
"I’m fine," Chloe responded in a dreamy voice with a faraway
expression.
Craig took one look at her and knew. "Philip kissed you, didn’t he?"
Chloe looked up at him, flabbergasted that he had so easily read her face and
her emotions.
Craig waved a hand and smiled. "Don’t bother to deny it. It’s fairly
obvious that he did." Craig moved to the edge of Chloe’s bed and sat
down.
"Yeah, he did," Chloe shyly admitted.
"And?" Craig asked.
"And?" Chloe echoed, not sure what he was getting at.
"Well, was it a big kiss or a little kiss?"
Chloe ducked her head, embarrassed at the turn of this conversation.
"Both."
Craig put his hands up and winked at Chloe. "Okay, okay. Spare me the play
by play. I’d hate to have to hurt Philip." Craig stood back up. "Are
you okay with everything?"
"Okay? Yeah, I’m great. Everything’s great."
"Spoken like a girl who’s just been kissed," Craig smiled. "I
want you to know that I’m glad for you. That’s great. It’s not so good for
me – gives me a whole new set of things to worry about, but it’s great for
you."
Craig crossed back over to the door. "Make sure that he treats you right,
or he’ll have me to answer to."
"I think he will," Chloe said thoughtfully.
Craig paused at the door, his hand on the knob. "You know who else would
probably really like to hear about tonight? Your mother. Think about it."
Chloe hadn’t had to think long. She didn’t want to tell Nancy. Nancy hated
Philip, and she didn’t particularly feel like doing anything to ruin her
memories of this day. She knew this was a day and a boy she’d be telling her
grandchildren about.
Part of her wished that the day wasn’t over. She’d love to see Philip again.
But like he’d ever come to her house in the middle of the night.
Chloe suddenly heard a noise that seemed to come from outside, and her heart
jumped. Maybe it really was Philip.
With nervous anticipation she threw her blankets off and headed over to her
window. She pulled the blinds all the way up, and unlocked her window. She
pushed it up, and leaned her head out, her hair spilling out from behind her.
There was no one there.
Chloe sighed. "Get over yourself, Chloe. Like you’re really Juliet."
She looked up at the sky and saw one star twinkling brightly. She closed her
eyes and said, "I wish Philip was here."
The sound of footsteps drew her attention and Philip came around the corner of
the house, carrying his backpack. Chloe’s eyes grew bigger in surprise, and
her heart started to race. Her eyes darted back to the star and she closed her
eyes again and said, "I wish I had a million dollars."
She opened her eyes back up and saw Philip smiling up at her. But no money. She
shrugged. It’d been worth a shot. Besides, when Philip directed one of those
wonderful smiles in her direction she felt like a million bucks.
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel," he called out jokingly.
"If you think I’m lowering my hair for you to get up here, you’re
nuts," she smiled back.
Philip wondered if Chloe had any idea how breathtaking she looked right then.
Her face was devoid of any make-up, and it only served to make her look more
natural, more feminine, more beautiful. He couldn’t believe he was at her
house. Philip had been unable to sleep, thinking about Chloe. The next thing he
knew he was getting dressed and sneaking out of his house. Then he found himself
here. With Chloe somehow waiting for him at her window.
"What are you doing here?" Chloe asked.
"I kind of wanted to finish that kiss from your porch earlier," Philip
explained as he gave her a sheepish grin.
"So you thought you’d show up and that I’d just invite you up to my
room?"
Philip suddenly realized how stupid that must have sounded. "That was the
master plan, yes."
Chloe laughed. "Well, I hope you had a Plan B."
"I do!" Philip called out, his eyes lighting up. He opened his
backpack and pulled their baby out from Lifeskills. "Phloe was missing her
mom, so I thought we’d come visit you. She’s very heartbroken about Mommy
and Daddy living in separate houses, you know."
Chloe shook her head at Philip. "Would you stop calling her that stupid
name?"
"I like it," Philip grinned up at her. "I like the idea of our
names being joined together." Philip suddenly imagined other parts of them
that could be joined together, and knew that he had to change the subject before
he started climbing that tree.
"You know, you could have called instead of just coming by," Chloe
admonished him.
"Oh yeah, I guess I could have," Philip responded weakly, relieved
that Chloe had changed the course of the conversation on her own.
"Phones. Stop and marvel at the concept," Chloe teased. Her
luminescent blue eyes were easily visible under the bright full moon. Philip
thought she was more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen.
Philip put a hand to his heart, as if to ease the aching that was there.
"Look at you, Chloe. I could get lost in you."
"Philip, don’t say that," she said, looking away from him.
"Why, Chloe? Why can’t I say what I’m thinking? What I’m
feeling?" he probed.
"I’m not…I’m not really sure we should see each other or spend time
together."
"What? Why?" Philip demanded.
Chloe continued to look away from him, unable to meet his gaze, afraid of what
he’d see in her eyes. "I don’t want to get hurt."
Philip laughed, and Chloe’s eyes darted back to him. Why was he laughing? She
was being totally serious.
"Who says I’ll hurt you?" he asked, the laughter still evident in
his voice.
"Well, isn’t it kind of inevitable? That eventually we’ll break up and
you’ll hurt me?"
"Why does it have to be inevitable? I could be The One. You don’t know.
Maybe we’re meant to be," Philip said, startled by his own words, until
he realized that he meant them. Maybe we are meant to be. He’d never felt
anything as right or as wonderful as he had that afternoon with Chloe.
The silence hung heavily in the air between them. Chloe cleared her throat and
said, "Is this what they mean by moonlight promises?" Surely Philip
couldn’t be serious.
"I’m not saying anything to you now that I wouldn’t say in the light of
day," Philip replied. "There’s something special going on between
us, Chloe. And I think you should at least give it a chance."
Chloe tilted her head to one side as if considering what he was saying.
"Well?" he asked.
to be continued...
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