“Here are your three options,” Yosefin said, opening the front door. She engaged the locks on the door and strolled into the kitchen with an exaggerated style of walking. Her feet slapped the tile floor like she was performing in a military marching parade, and then she stuck her head inside the fridge, scanning for something with her index finger and pinky.
“What are they?” I asked, taking a seat on the stool behind the counter.
“I know it’s hella late, but the first option is I make us dinner.” The thought of food sounded wonderful. It made my mouth water and my stomach growl a bit.
“Option two?”
“You park yourself on that,” she pointed to the couch, “and we can try again. If you are up for it again.” Before I could make a comment, she said, “I know. It makes you feel weird because of what I am. But... I don’t know...”
“And the last one?”
“I,” she paused to glance over her shoulder at me. “I’ll get back to you on that,” she blushed.
“Must be something you want to try, hmm?”
“You know me so well. It’s kinda creepy.”
“Creepy?”
“Yeah. I never had anyone other than my parents know so much about me. It’s creepy, yet, I like it.” The realization made me more aware of how good a friend I am to her. I was like a personal safe for her emotions. Her concerns about any issue stayed tightly against my chest.
“In that case, I’ll take option three. Whatever it may be.” She stopped looking at me to look at the kitchen island. A smile came crawling on her face, but she tried her hardest to prevent it from coming.
“I’m still figuring out what it’ll be.”
“That smile tells me you might have an idea.”
“Several things came to mind,” she said, covering her mouth. “But how about I just do number one first? Then we’ll see what happens next, ja?”
“Sure.” While she prepared dinner, I kept thinking about how option two would go down. I didn’t want to do anything I would regret, like touching her the wrong way, making her sad because I decided not to, or succumbing to total disgust towards my actions.
After dinner, we headed for the couch. At first, we sat together watching TV. Yosefin had her legs crossed while mine was normally hanging. I was so nervous about what she might do out of the blue that my heart stayed elevated, waiting in anticipation. She made her move on me by leaning on my arm with her right hand resting on my chest.
“Jesus, dude. Your heart is beating hard,” she said, lightly squeezing my left chest muscle.
“I’m nervous, okay.”
“Are you scared of me?”
“No,” I said in a way I wasn’t sure about.
“Josh, we’ve literally just done this.” She rested her face on my shoulder as she snuggled closer to me. “I won’t do anything unless you want me to.” I believed. Once we got comfortable and watched more Christmas movies, I saw her stare at me from the corner of my eye. When I looked down at her, she didn’t flinch away. “Can I tell you something I find scary yet amazing?” Yosefin whispered.
“What is it?”
“I find you cute.”
“Cute?”
“Yeah...”
“Yosefin,” I nervously chuckled. “You’ve said that before. Why is it scary yet awesome now?”
“Don’t freak out, okay?”
“Yosefin...”
“Please,” she begged with her hands together. “I have to tell you this. I don’t want to let this go to waste. So, please, don’t freak out, okay?” Her panic state gave me anxiety from what happened when she told me she was Yose. I feard whatever she was about to say we would end up not separating again on a non-talking basis.
“Don’t say anything,” I said.
“I don’t think I’ll have the confidence later if I don’t tell you right now.”
“I’m sure you will,” I tried to pursue as I began to internally panic. “Just... hold that thought.” She puffed her cheeks and shook her head, no. “Yes.”
“Josh! I’m going to tell you!”
“Don’t!”
“I... I... like you!” This was the moment I feared. I was scared she would see me as more than a close friend, but I had to ensure she was extra serious.
“You like me?” She nodded. “Like, really, really like me?”
“Mhmm,” she answered with her lips curled to prevent herself from smiling. “I really, really like you.” She put more emphasis on the second ‘really.’ It was said out slowly, yet louder than the first one.
“You want me as your...”
“I do,” she confirmed after taking a deep, quick breath. There were no words I could think of to reply, so I stared at her to help me find something to say. “Cat got your tongue?”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“I feared you might say that.” She sat away from me with her head back and eyes closed. “Excuse me,” she said suddenly walking off. Her forearm went over her eyes when she got up. Scheiße. Ich weine (Shit. I’m crying.“) Both hands went covered her face. They slowly circled around her eyes, moving in an inward motion. Once I heard her sniff up mucus several times, it became clear to me she was trying to prevent herself from crying.
“Yosefin...”
“I need to go remove my makeup.” She stormed towards her room.
“Damnit,” I whispered then followed after her. Her bedroom door was open, but the lights were off. The bathroom door was closed and the lights were on. I could hear the shower running. I didn’t dare to go into the room, so I stood outside to wait for a good chance to come in. The shower ran for thirty minutes before I heard it stop. Another thirty minutes of what sounded like she was walking around opening different drawers. After that stopped, my phone received a text message, blaring the ringtone. I heard her gasp something in German before she stuck her head out.
“How long have you been there?” Yosefin said. Her hair was still wet. She had no makeup on.
“An hour,” I said.
“An hour?” She said as she stood in the hallway. Her outfit nearly gave me a heart attack. I thought she wasn’t wearing any pants until she told me she was wearing shorts. She wore a long sweater that went down past her hips. “Sorry,” she said, tugging down on her sweater. “I can’t figure out what to wear.” Her voice sounded like she was exhausted. It was quiet and low. “If this bothers you, tell me. I’ll go put something else on.”
“It’s fine,” I said then attempted to make a lighthearted compliment. “You got nice legs.”
“Thanks,” she said, cracking a small smirk and crossing her legs for a moment. I didn’t want us to enter an awkward silence over what happened. Whatever she was going through at that time, I wanted to clear the air and put our minds on something else.
“May I come in?” I asked, hovering close over her head. She moved out of my way so I could step in. Suddenly, she slipped her arms between my arms to hug me from behind. I had to wobble like a penguin over to reach her bed.
“Hey, are you going to stop?”
“Sure.” I quickly turned around, grabbed her back, then fell on the bed with her.
“Josh!” She shrieked but giggled when we landed. “What the hell are you doing?” I cuddled her close to my body with my face dug into her tits. “Oh my goodness!” She continued giggling non-stop the more she kept asking what I was doing. “Dude, answer me or I’ll suffocate you with them.”
“Isn’t it obvious?” I asked with my face away from her chest to make her see me.
“You’re playing with my tits and making me laugh!”
It wasn’t the answer I hoped she’d say, but my actions had brought some joy to her face. The happiness I brought had to continue without ceasing. I didn’t want to give her any chance to remind herself about what happened an hour ago. Whatever we were going to do, I told myself to let the moment happen and worry about it another time.
“Are you horny or something?” Yosefin said.
“What if I am?” The cat had her tongue for a second when all she could do was smile. “Can I come back to them?”
“One sec,” she said, pushing herself off of me to prop on pillows. She set up in the same position that I called it quits when we cuddled for the second time. I had a feeling she was doing this on purpose to rekindle a different outcome. “Ready when you are.” I laid on top of her without hesitating. I buried my face into her tits and thought of our fun time at the skating rink to prevent uncomfortable thoughts from slipping through. “Can you get my phone?” She said, pointing with her left hand.
“Plan on taking pictures?” I said when I handed the phone to her.
“If it’s all right with you.”
“Send the pictures to my phone.”
“Okay!” Ten photos went to my phone. More than half of them she posed in. She made funny faces in four pictures, three were us smiling at the camera, she had one picture of her putting her legs on my back, and in the last two, she took off my hair band to pose for the picture.
“You’re a goofball,” I said with half of my face resting on her tits as I viewed our pictures.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” she said as she played with my hair. “We got to take more pictures together next year. The last ones I got of us were months ago.” I agreed with my face pressing deeper into her tits. “Oh my gosh,” she giggled. “What is up with you tonight, dude? This is so out of character.”
“I’m in the holiday spirit.”
“Whatever your reason, I like it.”
We stayed cuddling for a long time. She gently massaged the back of my head and back like I did when were dancing. I nearly dozed off from being overly comfortable. When I got up to go pee and came back to the bed, she crossed her legs and arms, denying me from lying back on her.
“Let’s take a break, ja?” Yosefin said.
“You okay?”
“You’re... let’s just say you are overwhelming me.”
“That doesn’t sound good.”
“I’m fine,” she said with a quick eye roll. “It’s a girly issue.”
“Girly?”
“Girly,” she repeated, nodding her head rapidly.
“Can you explain what that means? You never do.”
“Uh,” she nervously chuckled when pulled the hem of her weather down her legs. “I don’t think you want to know.” From the constant fidgeting of her hands and feet, I felt something was eating at her.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
“I rather not if that’s okay.” There was no way I could make her open up by telling me what was happening, so I lay in silence until she wanted to do something. My non-verbal tactics began to work its charm. She pouted her face, scoffed, clicked her tongue, rolled her eyes, and playfully hit me a few times in an attempt to make me say something. “I liked it, okay!” She confessed.
“Liked what?”
“The feeling of your weight on me, messing with my tits, and cuddling like there’s no tomorrow!” Her outburst left me speechless but happy to hear I did all of that. “It felt awesome,” she said quietly. “God, I’m so fucking weird!”
“You and me both.” My remark made her burst into laughter. I laughed with her but with a quiet chuckle. Once she calmed down, she asked me a serious question that came out of the blue. I thought I heard it wrong so I asked her to say it again.
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“Do you want to... see... them again?” I nearly hesitated to say I wanted to. At first, she lifted her sweater above her chest to show me them. For a moment I was content but I craved to not see them partially covered.
“Could you take off your sweater completely?”
She did what I asked without questioning why then sat close to me and told me to touch them like before. Christmas night was beginning to become a night to remember. I didn’t know why we were acting so impulsively. Something had to be in the air to make us do that crazy shit again and not bother to ask why. We were in some sort of automatic mode where anything and everything was going by without stopping.
“Josh,” Yosefin said when she put my hands down. I looked at her, quietly waiting for her to say something. “Take off your shirt.”
“Okay,” I gladly said. Once it was off, her eyes wouldn’t stop examining my body. She was drooling like a fangirl seeing one of their favorite muscular celebrities shirtless. The weird part about her was that she was drooling over a guy who had an average, non-muscular structure. I was skinny but fit.
“Mein Gott, du bist so heiß. (My god you are so hot.“)
“Translate, please.”
“I... I...”
“Yes?” I said, taking a step closer. My stomach touched her nipples. The piercings felt cold while her nipples were warm.
“I’ll be right back.” She jogged into the bathroom with her sweater and locked the door behind her. She didn’t come out until minutes later with the sweater on. “Hi,” she said with an awkward slow wave.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah!” She put her hands on her hips and quickly glanced at the bathroom. “I... had to pee.” During the time she spent there, I didn’t hear anything. Not even a flush. The most I heard was her whispering. She didn’t bring her phone, so I was extra curious to find a good reason than peeing.
“Why are you lying? I didn’t hear anything but you talking.”
“Um...” She wandered to the other side of the bed to scoot backward into me. The odd pathway she took just to sit next to me left me more curious. “So, we’ve accomplished two options.” The change to another topic bothered me. She crossed her arms and averted her eyes to the ground while frowning. “Sorry,” she said in the cover of a sigh.
“I wish you would tell me what’s going on with you,” I said calmly. Her arms tightened. She stayed silent as she continued to not look at me. I stood in front of her with my chin resting on her shoulder to intentionally make her uncomfortable. She giggled then hugged me. I hugged her back and asked what was the third option.
“I want to kiss you.” I froze when she turned her head to see me from the side. My lips were inches from her cheek. All she had to do was turn a bit more and she would get what she wanted without any resistance from me. The thought of her kiss didn’t bother me. I was still high from the shenanigans we did a few moments ago. “If it’s okay with you, of course,” she laughed in a nervous chuckle. She faced palmed and laughed like she was in pain. It was forced with some whining in the mix. “Why am I being such a fucking weirdo?”
“Okay. Go ahead.” She stopped laughing in an instant. “Yeah, I said it. Go ahead.”
“No... no. You can’t be serious. I’m a... I’m not... I wasn’t that seri... Josh...” Every sentence she tried to speak, I could fill in the rest of the words she wanted to say.
“I know what I’m getting into.” I snapped. “But this might be the only time I’m not thinking about that.”
“You’re intentionally trying to ignore that about me?” I slowly nodded my head. “Why? Will it bother you later on?”
“It might,” I said, holding in my smile.
“Then I won’t do it. I don’t want you to look at me as a gross mistake that’ll haunt you for the rest of your life.”
“Why did you say that then?”
“I don’t know!” She yelled before repeating it again in a softer voice. Her face scrunched up like she was about to cry. “I’m not thinking rationally.” Once I saw her hand come up to her face, I quickly kissed her on the cheek.
“See?” I said as I held her in my arms. “I won’t regret this moment.” She poked my face with her pinky finger and waved it near my face. I caught and locked it around my pinky then swore I won’t be bothered by her kiss.
“Okay,” she said in a quivering voice. She kissed my right cheek. Her soft, warm lips left some wetness on my skin. “How was that?”
“It was... okay.”
“I wanna try again.” The second felt the same as the first. It was longer and left more wetness. “Shit!” She whispered, wiping the saliva off with the back of her hand. “I didn’t mean to do that. Fuck!” I used my hand to fully dry it off.
“It’s bound to happen.”
“Oh,” she sighed with her hand over her heart. “It must get super wet when making out, huh?” I instantly thought of making out with Kat.
“Yup,” I said with emphasis on the first letter. “You’ll get used to it.”
“Well,” she giggled and put some of her hair behind her ear. “Thank you for letting me have my first kiss.”
“You’re welcome.” When she smiled at me, I smiled back. We stopped smiling at the same time and then stared at each other. I caught her looking at my lips several times before she looked to her left where the computer was. That small detail told me she wanted to do more, so I had to ask the big question. “Do you want to make out with me, Yosefin Böhme?”
“Why did you say my full name?” She blushed with her hands covering her face for a short moment. “Are you crazy? Friends don’t do that sort of thing.”
“Yes, they do.”
“Kat doesn’t count.” That was the only reason for me to say that.
“What if I give you the opportunity for this moment? Will you take it?”
“I can’t believe my best friend has gone geistig. (Mental),” she said with her hands over her mouth, looking directly into my eyes. “I’m going to have to pass on it if you’re okay with that.” I liked yet found it somewhat annoying how she wanted to make sure that I was okay with it. A straight-up no would be fine.
“I’m okay with that.” One hand rested on my lap while the other stayed on her mouth. I put my hand on top of it without thinking. “So...”
“Uh,” she smiled. “Do you regret those kisses?”
“Nope.”
“Can I ask you why?” I explained my drunken fun state to her. “Ah, I see what you mean.”
“I feel like doing anything you want.”
“Will that same mood continue tomorrow? Will it continue for a week or a month?” Those questions hit me with a thought I should have considered. Would the fun Josh continue or will he stop and return to his introverted shy self? My promise could break if I saw her being more upfront with her advances. Then my image of her might tarnish if I remembered the secret truth about her.
“I didn’t think that far. I’m only thinking at this moment.”
“I think I understand why you are doing this.”
“You do?”
“It’s mainly because I look like a girl. You didn’t want the truth to ruin your image of me. Like, look at me...” I skimmed at her smile and every part of her body. “I’m a walking contradiction. I shouldn’t look like this. I was supposed to look more like you.” She came closer to point at various parts of my body. Our faces were roughly less than twelve inches away. “You’re tall, hairy, bigger in body size, and you have a deep voice,” she said then touched her chest. “That stuff didn’t happen to me.”
“Isn’t there a way to reverse what happened?”
“Maybe,” she sighed. “But it involves so much medical crap.” The sadness in her voice sounded soft and monotone. It reminded me of a time I felt so defeated that all my emotions left me.
“What kind of medical stuff?”
“Josh,” she said with a single chuckle that went back into a frown. “I rather not shock you with details I was offered to potentially reverse my mutations.” Even though she never mentioned what they were, I knew enough about what they could be. Doctors would probably subject her to all sorts of injections to reverse whatever mutated her body.
“Do you want to change back?” She stared at me for a few seconds before I got a response.
“Nein,” she smiled, swaying her head from side to side. “I’m... comfortable with what my body did. I just hope it doesn’t become an issue with others.” The situation she was in made me sympathize. If I was her, I would probably be depressed beyond belief.
“It will never become an issue with me,” I said, holding her hand. She nodded her head with her eyes closed and monetarily laughed before looking back at me.
“Yeah, whatever,” she scoffed yet giggled. “If I was more open, you’d want nothing to do with me.” The sad part about that statement was that she could be right. Even though I wished she opened up a bit more, she knew something about me I didn’t understand at the time. “Like I said. There are some things we can’t do together because of what I am.”
“Hey,” I said, quickly thinking of something stupid to lighten the mood. “You technically live in both worlds.”
“Gott, du bist so ein Dummkopf. (God, you’re such a goofball.) Then she said in English with a grin, “More on the girl side,” she giggled. “In a weird way, you do realize you let a guy kiss you several times.”
“Uh, no,” I said with pauses in my words. My stomach sank, and my heart shortly paused from the sudden shock. “No, I didn’t.” She pointed at my face while giving me a side-eye.
“Don’t worry,” she said then nudged my chest. “I won’t tell a soul.”
“Jesus,” I said, holding my heart.
“Even though you are deliberately blocking one teensy-weensy thing about me out of your mind, I’m fine with the way you want to see me.” Then she added, “You could’ve said fuck you, Yosefin. I don’t wanna be anywhere next to you. But... you stayed and became my friend.” Those words felt so good to hear. They made me feel warm inside. “Do you mind humoring me a little?”
“Yeah. Sure!”
“Can you tell me who you befriended back in August? Was it Yose? Yosefin? Or a bit of both?” My heart sunk deeper into my stomach. It sounded like a trick question that needed a perfect answer. I stepped closer in preparation for my most honest yet humorous response. Her muscles in her shoulders and arms tensed up when I grabbed them.
“Oh, you know. This crazy woman that shared lots of interests we liked and a few I despise,” I answered, jokingly, almost laughing. She suddenly wrapped her arms around my lower back for a hug before I could react to open my arms. My arms were over her shoulder, so all I could do was put them around her upper back. We stayed tight like this for a relaxing moment before letting go.
We stayed up late in the night, watching videos on her computer despite my tiredness. I had to call it a night when I could no longer focus on the videos we watched.
“I can’t keep my eyes open, Yosefin,” I said then yawned. “I’ll go sleep on the couch.”
Once I turned around in my chair, Yosefin said, “Wait. The couch isn’t comfortable sleeping on, plus I don’t have an air mattress.”
“Where am I going to sleep?” She slowly pointed with a crooked finger at her bed. “Where are you going to sleep?” Her finger straightened. “You want me to sleep with you?”
“No! We’re.... just sleeping together,” she said, sitting on her bed. “When you say it like that, it sounds like we are going to fuck.”
“What?!” I stuttered. “What if your parents come home early?” I said, taking a spot on the bed. “I don’t want them to assume I laid with you.”
“Ha! My father would lose his shit.”
“How so?”
“He thinks you might be... gay because we’re so close. He thinks we’re dating in secret.”
“Huh? I’m not.”
“I know,” she said, lying under the covers. “I have to remind him sometimes that you’re not.” We entered into an awkward silence that lasted roughly ten seconds. In that short time, I played on a curious thought about what it would be like to date her. My mind got distracted by the bounce of the bed when she aggressively cuddled a pillow.
“Yosefin,” I said, accidentally cutting her off when she said my name. “You go first.”
“I’ve read this thing where friends don’t wanna be around each other if the other didn’t want to take the friendship to something more,” she said, twirling the tip of her hair. “I don’t want that to happen to us.” I kept quiet, trying to process how that could happen. It sounded so absurd.
“What book gave you that idea?”
“Same author of the book I showed you.”
“It won’t happen to us,” I said once I crawled closer to her. “Trust me.”
“Okay,” she said, coming closer to my side of the bed. “Just so you know, I’m not that crazy for you.” Then, she leaned into my ear with her tits nearly touching my nose and whispered, “Or am I?” Goosebumps grew on my neck as a tingle went down my spine. She kissed my forehead when she returned to her side of the bed. “Goodnight, Joshy.”
“Joshy?”
“That’s the last thing I’ll do while I’m high off the Christmas spirit.”
“Ah,” I chuckled. “I see.”
Before Yosefin went to bed, she had to double-check if the house was locked, then returned to lock her room. She snuggled under the covers, moving around to find the perfect spot. I planned on facing the other way the whole night to make sleeping together not awkward for me. When on was on the edge of falling asleep, she moved closer to my side. Her body heat warmed my back. She got close enough to where her boobs pressed into my back, then rubbed her knuckles slowly up and down. It felt good how she was massaging it, but I had to ask her why she was doing it.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I don’t have a good answer,” she said with the most gentle voice. “I kinda don’t want you to sleep. I don’t want the night to be over just yet.”
“Sorry to tell you, but it’s over. Go to sleep, Yosefin.”
“Ugh,” she said, giving me a tender shove with the hand she was rubbing me with.
“Goodnight,” I said, chuckling.
**
Yosefin’s gentle alarm woke me up. For some strange reason, I dreamt of us cuddling around the fire with the TV on a random station. An article I read a long time ago stated that people tend to dream about the last good thing they remembered, but for some odd reason, my mind picked cuddling. It could have chosen the moment like us skating, dancing, cooking, kissing, or when she let me mess around with her tits.
Yosefin was the first to sit up out of bed. She turned off her alarm on her phone, scrolled through her phone for something, and then smiled at me when she noticed me watching her.
“Morning, Joshy,” she said, locking her phone and putting it back on the nightstand. I rolled my eyes over that name. “Would you like some breakfast?”
“You’re still high in spirits.”
“I’m in the mood to do something for you.”
“What are you cooking?”
“Eggs, toast, bacon,” she said, counting them out with her fingers. “I think I go some OG as well.”
“I’ll take all of that if you don’t mind.” She headed to her biggest wardrobe sorting through the pants she wanted to wear. She picked out a candy cane loose-fitting sweatpants that fit around the ankles.
“This’ll do,” she said then slid her shorts off her legs. “Hey, Josh!” I grunted to make her know she had my attention. She lifted her shit and hopped several times to make her ass jiggle.
“What the hell, Yosefin?” I said. I wanted to look away to act like I was disgusted, but it was hard to act fake about liking what I saw. “Why did you do that?” She walked back to the side of her bed with her pants folded in front of her crotch.
“There is no good reason I can think of at the moment.” I crawled up to her with my head peering over her right “I guess I wanted you to look. I don’t know...”
“Yeah, that isn’t a good reason.” Her whole body jumped as shrieked in my ear.
“Jesus!” She gasped. She pulled on the hem of her shirt past halfway her thigh and kept it there. “You scared the fuck out of me, bro,” she softly said. “Do you mind backing away for a moment?” When got behind her, she put on her pants. “Put your clothes on and stay here,” she said, facing me as she fixed her hair by clawing down it with her fingers. “If my parents are home early, go out the window and pretend you just came up to visit me, okay?”
“You got it,” I said with a thumbs up.
“See you soon,” she said with a tight lip smile.
I quickly brushed my teeth and untangled my messy hair to put in a bun to freshen up before Yosefin’s parents came early. While I waited for something to happen, I sat on the bed, browsing my phone. There was nothing on there to steal my attention so I tossed my phone on the nightstand. It tumbled and bounced inside the drawer. The loud thud sounded like it was empty inside. I reached in to grab my phone and felt nothing but soft fabrics and wood. So, I opened it all the way out to see where it went. It was on some socks next to a pink wand-looking thing with a power button on the bottom.
“The hell is this?” I said. I grabbed it, pressed the button, then dropped it once I felt it vibrate in my hand. “Yosefin,” I whispered almost laughing. “That’s what you bought?”
I shoved Yosefin’s vibrator far back in the drawer and hid it with some of her socks after I put my phone into my pocket. Once I heard Yosefin speak German, I darted out the window and peeked around the house’s corner to the driveway. The first thing I noticed was my car out in the open. Her parents could have seen it when they passed.
“Crap,” I whispered as I slowly crept out to the front lawn. The window shutters were closed, including the door. To play off, as I had just arrived at their house, I opened and shut my car door loud enough that they might hear. I walked up to the door and then knocked on it. Thank god Yosefin answered it. “Are we good?” I said.
“Yeah,” she said, trying to hold in her laughter. “I’m so glad you took off before I came back to tell you to leave. My dad was right behind me.”
“Yosefin, bist du das, Josh? (Yosefin, is that, Josh?)” her mother said from the living room. Yosefin replied in German, then told me to come in. Her parents gave me their greetings but couldn’t ask me about my day because Yosefin dragged me by my arm to her room.
“That was close. My heart is pumping,” Yosefin said. She placed my hand up her sweater to touch to be over the heart. My hand skited over her nipple before reaching the spot.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to touch that.”
“It’s fine. Do you feel my heart, bro?” Her heart rate pounded against my hand, plus she giggled nonstop. “Imagine if they found out you slept with me. My dad would probably beat you up.”
“Or think I’m gay.” For some hilarious reason, that made her cry-laughing to the point she nearly blacked out on the bed.
“Josh, please. Make me stop laughing.” My hungry stomach gave me the solution to end the laughter.
“Are you still making breakfast?” Her happy, painful-looking laughter slowed down as if it was going to a rolling stop. “I’m craving something sweet too.”
“Change of plans. I know a place we can go to,” she said with a slowly increasing smirk.
“Oh, shit... Where are we going?”
“It’s a secret.”
“Come on, Yosefin. Let’s just eat here.”
“Not going to happen.”
“Why?”
“Because,” she stopped to surprise me with a kiss on my cheek, “I know your introverted self hates going out unless you’re forced to. Therefore, we’re going to Tit Tastic!”