Chapter Two
We got to my house first, huffing and puffing, I slid off of Pheonix’ shoulders and turned to see Steve and Britt leisurely walking about a block away, still hand in hand, Pheonix leaned in slowly, I got on my tippy toes and wrapped my arms around his tan muscular neck and parted my lips, knowing what was coming, we kissed tenderly, and I lost myself in the warm softness of his lips until I could hear Steve’s over exaggerated throwing up sound effects. Pheonix pulled away slowly and laughed, punching Steve in the arm as he walked by.
“Ow!” he complained, rubbing his forearm with his hand “that one hurt!”
Pheonix smiled without saying anything and followed after me and Britt through the front door.
Steve grabbed the remote and plopped down on the couch with his arm draped around Britt’s shoulders. He flicked through the channels then shut off the television with an exasperated sigh. But then Pheonix walked into the room with a tray of food and Steve’s mood automatically brightened, he let Britt fall over as he pulled his arm away, grabbing at the cheese and crackers on the silver plate. He stuffed them into his mouth faster than I’d ever seen him before, about a minute past and the plate had nothing but crumbs, Steve rubbing his stomach and moaning on the couch, the top button of his jeans unfastened.
“Sheesh, Steve!” Britt said “did you even breathe?”
“Mmm…” was Steve’s reply.
