Free WMIS 04 Rock With Me by Kristen Proby Page B

I ask as I wander into the living room from the bedroom. I’m
     fresh out of the shower, finally feeling normal again in fresh clothes, my hair washed,
     and belly full of soup from my favorite deli down the block that Leo fetched me for
     dinner.
    And I don’t even need to throw up.
    If I don’t watch it, I could get used to being pampered.
    The opening credits of a movie are paused across the TV.
    “The new James Bond ,” he grins at me from the couch and I plop down next to him. “Feel better?” he asks.
    “Much, thank you.”
    “No Nash t-shirt?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.
    I look down at my shirt and back up at him with a sassy grin. “The Goo-Goo Dolls are
     my favorite.”
    “Right. That’s not what you said last night.” He pushes play on the remote and Adele
     begins to sing the opening song to the movie.
    I love Adele.
    “I was delirious with fever,” I mutter and settle in next to him, leaning my head
     on his shoulder.
    “Liar,” he whispers with a chuckle and kisses my forehead.
    I enjoy having him here, in my space, among my things. I never thought I could be
     so comfortable with someone for long stretches of time. People usually annoy the hell
     out of me.
    Hell, sometimes I annoy the hell out of me.
    Leo and I have settled into a rhythm. The conversations are interesting. The silences
     aren’t uncomfortable.
    And he likes to have me near him, which is a comfort to me, not just because I’ve
     been sick.
    I link my fingers with his and rub my thumb over the ink on his skin. I love his tattoos.
     I can’t stop looking at them. I wonder what these on his hands mean to him?
    I wonder if he’d tell me if I asked?
    Leo clears his throat, and I realize I’ve been lost in thought. I look up into his
     smiling gray eyes. “What?”
    “The movie isn’t playing on my hand.”
    “Sorry,” I mumble and pretend to watch the movie.
    “Don’t you like James Bond? ” he asks.
    “Sure, I like it.”
    “Why aren’t you watching it?”
    I climb onto his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. “You know,” I begin and kiss
     his chin. “I haven’t made out during a movie since Ethan Middleton took me to see Toy Story in the eleventh grade.”
    “What kind of a douche bag takes his date to see Toy Story ?” Leo responds, wrapping his arms around my back.
    “I had a big crush on Ethan,” I reply with a laugh and kiss his cheek. “I didn’t care
     what he took me to see.”
    “Did he score that night?” Leo asks, his eyes happy and laughing.
    “Hell no, but he got to second base. Play your cards right, and I’ll let you score
     a home run, sexy man.”
    “Where is Ethan now?”
    “I have no idea.” I shift so I’m straddling him, my knees planted on the couch at
     his hips. “The point is, I think we should make out.”
    “You are feeling better,” he kisses my nose and then lifts me off his lap and dumps me back
     on the couch beside him. “Watch the movie.”
    “I wanna make out,” I pout and cross my arms over my chest, earning a belly laugh
     from Leo, and my stomach tightens at the sound.
    Even his laugh sounds musical. God, I could eat him with a spoon.
    “You wanna make out, sweetheart?” he asks and shifts toward me, pushing me down onto
     my back on the couch.
    “Well,” I shrug nonchalantly. “You know, if you want to.”
    “You are so sassy,” he mutters and stares down at my lips. “I’ll make out with you
     if you want.”
    “Oh good, I was afraid I was going to have to track down Ethan.”
    “I’m the only man for this job, baby.”
    He plants his elbows on the cushion beside my head, rests his lower body against mine
     and leaves tiny kisses on my chin, my jaw, and then slides his nose against my neck,
     making me shiver and squirm.
    “You have great lips,” I whisper and feel him grin against my ear. I run my hands
     down his firm back and pull his t-shirt up so I can feel his warm skin beneath my
     hands.
    “Clothes stay on,” he whispers