The Wilson Mooney Box Set by Gretchen de La O

Author:Gretchen de La O [O, Gretchen de La]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B012F4KQ02
Publisher: gdelao
Published: 2015-07-22T23:00:00+00:00

The bedroom door crept open and Max slipped into his room. He looked dog tired and done. His eyes were red and glossy and the muscles in his jaw kept flexing sporadically. His demeanor was heavy and I could tell he just needed to take a nap. I stopped folding one of my shirts and watched him meander across the room.

“I’m sorry but I need to lie down—just for twenty minutes or so. The Vaughn’s are downstairs; I just couldn’t stay down there,” Max mumbled as he wandered to the bed and fell back. He rolled to his side, pulled his feet up off the floor, and stretched his arm out toward me.

I put my shirt in his drawer before I leaned onto the bed and reached out to him. As I lay next to him, staring into his eyes, I saw a smile begin to creep across his face.

“You finished putting your clothes in my dresser?”

“Yeah, I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s good,” he mumbled.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Now I am,” he whispered as he inched his body closer to mine.

“I’m sorry I left you downstairs.”

“That’s okay, I knew you needed a moment. How’s Joanie?”

“She texted me like three times; I was worried it was serious. She just wanted to know how my birthday went. I told her about us—you know,” I said as my cheeks flushed red.

“Did you tell her everything?” Max adjusted and rested his head on the heel of his hand.

“Well, not every little detail, but she knows we did it twice, and I kinda told her where we did it,” I murmured. “You’re not mad, are you?” I sighed. I gave him my best puppy dog eyes, trying to make what I did okay.

“No, I’m not mad. Come on, Wilson, she’s your best friend and I know better than to believe girls don’t kiss and tell,” he said before he smiled and leaned over, bonking his forehead against mine.

“But you really told her about us doing it in the shower?” His face flushed red right below his eyes, as his lips curved slightly north.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Well, you told her how good I was, right?”

“Sure,” I mused.

“And how much you love me, right?” he smiled.

“Absolutely,” I answered.

“And how we just can’t get enough of each other?”

“Max—I think she knows that already.”

“Okay,” he said before kissing me delicately on the lips. “Then I won’t be mad,” he continued as he inhaled a huge yawn.

“You’re tired. You should be taking a nap,” I tapped my finger between his eyes.

“If I could just get my brain to stop swirling and thinking about things, maybe I’d fall asleep,” he sighed.

“Would it help if we talked about it?” I adjusted my body and propped myself up with my elbow, wedging the heel of my hand behind my ear.

“I don’t know. I’m just so confused, like this whole thing is a dream; that my dad isn’t really—gone, he’s just on a business trip or something. Does that make sense? I want him to come barreling through the door and tell me it was all just a fucked-up joke.

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