Page 6 of Sinful Nights
Alex: Hey, I miss you
Fucking hell. At what point will she get that I don’t want to talk to her anymore? I already know what Cole would say if he knew. Block her. Which, duh, Ishouldblock her, but that feels so final and so mean. What if something were to happen, like an accident, and I was the only person who could help?
Yeah... not likely.
My phone buzzes again, and I’m done. Picking up my phone, I go to her contact information, then scroll down, satisfactionfilling my body as I press the block button. She knew it was coming, after telling her multiple times I no longer wanted to see her or talk to her. I tried to be nice, but I’m done.
“Maybe I can work out now,” I whisper, nodding my head when the man next to me stares at me. “Just blocked a girl I was talking to. Feels good,” I tell him, waving my phone in the air. I’m probably oversharing, since I have no idea who this man is. But whatever, I’m just so glad it’s over now.
The man nods his head, raising his fist in the air. “Right on, man. I love when I get to do that. On to the next one.”
“Yeah,” I mumble, “on to the next one.”
Or not.
My body sags, exhaustion kicking in. I’m kind of over dating, to be honest. It feels like I’m constantly giving so much of myself and getting nothing in return. I’m either being bitched at or being told who I can and can’t hang around with, or even where I can and can’t go. It’s so damn tiring, so I think I’m going to take a break. Just focus on me.
And Cole.
Of course.
My life and Cole’s are so intertwined that there is no Oakley without Cole. My life without his. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s the only person I need.
My phone buzzes again, and for a split second, I worry that it’s Alex texting me from a different number, but my heart rate evens out when I see Cole’s name on my screen.
Cole: Wanna watch Spider-Man when you get home?
Cole: Too late. I’ve already got some popcorn and candy ready on the counter.
Cole: Hurry home
Cole and I have a lot in common, and one of them is our love for movies. Right now, we’re on a Marvel kick, where we’ve been watching all the franchise movies in timeline order. But Spider-Man is a movie we can watch over and over, no matter what time it is.
Knowing that Cole is at home waiting for me has me working out faster. I pay no attention to those around me, just lifting weight after weight before moving onto the next set. I started exercising regularly a few years ago, and I developed a passion for it. Cole and I decided to try to find a new hobby, and we tried a new gym that had just opened near our apartment. While Cole wasn’t much for it, I fell in love with it. Being able to see how my body changes based on the different workouts I do. It’s exhilarating to witness not only how much more I can lift but also just feeling healthier overall. It was also around that time that I stopped drinking a lot. I’ll still have the occasional drink every so often, but not as much as I used to. Now I just need to figure out what the hell I want to do with my life.
I already know that I don’t want to work at the company I’m at forever, but I’m still not sure what path I want to take. Hell, I’m only twenty-three, so I still have plenty of time to sort it out, but sometimes I’m harder on myself. Cole usually helps me when I’m too in my head, but it’s still there in the back of my mind that I’ll eventually have to figure out something. While I love the freedom of working from home, it doesn’t pay me enough, and I’m starting to realize I need to think more long-term and less about what’s good for the moment.
After rushing home, I take a quick shower while the apartment fills with buttery aroma. I make sure to wash all the important parts, then rush out of the bathroom, skidding into my bedroom. I toss on some pajama pants—without my briefs, of course—then head into the kitchen to see if Cole is ready to go.
“Alright, what can I do?” I ask, rubbing my hands together as I walk around the counter.
Silence greets my ears, and I smirk, seeing the headphones on Cole’s head as he bobs around to the music playing. It’sadorable as hell and I should have known. Walking up behind him, I grab hold of his waist as I reach past his lean body, grabbing a piece of popcorn out of the bucket and popping it into my mouth.
“Hey!” Cole scolds, turning around in my arms, his hands finding a spot on my chest. “Don’t eat all the popcorn yet. You have to wait for the movie.” He shoves me gently, pushing me back an inch.
Shrugging, I smirk at him, as though I’m innocent. “My bad, I just wanted a little taste.”
I try to psych him out, pretending I’m going to walk away before quickly turning back around. Cole and I wrestle in place, his hands hitting mine as I continue to attempt and grab some more popcorn.
Cole shrieks, smacking me in the chest, eyes wide. “Oh my god, do you ever get tired of your dick swinging around?”
“Hmm?” I reply, thrusting my hips so my cock moves around freely. “Try it sometime, and I guarantee you’ll never want to wear underwear again. Besides, I’ve never had any complaints about my dick being out.”
Cole shakes his head, his gaze pinging to my crotch, before his eyes get wide. “Ugh, I don’t want to think about all the people who’ve seen your cock. And no, I’m okay. I don’t need to be freeballing. My dick and balls like to be snuggled, thank you very much.”
“I don’t know; I think you should try it, but what do I know? All I know is my cock and balls thank me every day. Come on, I’m excited to watch the movie.”
I pick up the bowl of popcorn and grab two cans of Coke while Cole snatches up the bowl of candies he dumped out. We each set our items down on the table, then grab a throw blanket and place it over our legs.
