Free Contradiction by Salina Paine Page A

can see. I pull back breathless, unable to speak or move, any sense of direction or purpose is gone. In a daze I kiss him again, running my fingers through his hair. One lighter kiss and I pull away, looking at him and smiling. "I think I should go," I say trying to stand up. 
    "Please don't. I'll behave myself. I promise," He says.”"I'll even go put on another shirt."
    Standing there looking up at him I try not to laugh. "Only if you behave," I say.
    "Of course." He says getting up to go get another shirt.
    After a few minutes Brandon comes back out with an Alabama sweatshirt on. "Nice." I say patting the couch beside me.
    "Can we please watch something else?" He asks.
    Raising my eyebrows I ask, "What do you have in mind?" He smiles, gets up and goes over to the movie cabinet. He pulls out a movie, careful to hide the title from me and puts it in. "What movie is this?"”I ask when he hits play.
    "It's just a movie." He replies with a smirk.  I roll my eyes and lean my head against the couch. The movie begins and in an instant I recognize the music.
    " Nerd." I say grabbing the popcorn.
    "What can I say? That chicks pretty hot." He replies.
    "Ok, same rules apply to you. I don't want my ass compared to hers. Got it?"
    He laughs and grabs my hand. "Ok, no reference to her great ass, got it." I smack his arm and rest my head on his shoulder. "You know, Jasmine, she really doesn't have anything on you. Yeah she's pretty but shes unattainable and you're sitting right here with me."
    Looking at him I don’t know what emotion to feel.  I'm happy that he feels this way but then again I don't know if I'll ever be enough.
    Three in the morning I wake up to find myself lying on his chest, the blue screen of the TV casting a faint light across his face as he sleeps. I slowly wiggle myself out of his grasp and go to the bathroom. My reflection is frightening so I wash my face and run my fingers through my hair to try and fix the tangled mess. Creeping back into the living room I notice he is no longer on the couch.
    “"I'm in here." He says. I enter his room and he tosses me a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. "I figured this would be a bit more comfortable for you."”He says with a yawn. Looking at the clothes he's given me I just laugh.“"I know they will be a bit big, but I'm sure that it's better than jeans."” I nod and start to walk out. "You can use my bathroom, if you'd like." He says pointing to the other side of his room.
    I nod and go in to change, folding my clothes and putting them on the hamper. Pulling my hair into a ponytail I sigh, “best I can do,’ before walking back out. “
    "Are'nt you just cute." He says with a smile.
    “"Yeah, yeah"” I say crawling onto the bed. Brandon turns out the light and crawls in beside me. I lay there staring up at the ceiling unsure of how I feel about this. “
    "Is everything ok?"  He asks moving closer. “
    "Yeah, I’m just thinking about Caleb."
    “"Who is Caleb?"’ Brandon asks and I can feel his eyes on me, even in the darkness.
    "Caleb was my baby brother." I reply, ‘
    "Was?" he asks. “
    "Yeah, was."” I say feeling the tears begin to slide down my cheeks.
    “"What happened to him?"
    "He died when I was almost eight, he had leukemia." I reply in a whisper. The bed shifts a              s Brandon turns towards me, pulling me into his embrace.
    "Tell me about him. That is, if you want to.”
    "Ok, sure." I say facing him. I can't see his face, but I can feel his breath on my shoulder. "He wasn't blood related but it didn't matter to me, and he was the only one I've ever had. Caleb was almost a year old when my parents adopted him. My parents had tried after I was born, because they had always wanted a big family. From the moment I laid eyes on him I loved him. His bright blue eyes and crooked smile always had a way of tugging on my heartstrings. I would do anything for him and I do mean anything."
    "When he was five he got really sick. After that we spent many