There is a lot of trust between us, and she knows I wouldn't do anything I shouldn't unless I was ready. The perk of your mom working in the medical field is sex is openly talked about and not shoved away in a box under the bed or shamed.
“How are they holding up?” For once his face gives me something. Concern.
“Tired, but they are doing their part.” He nods in understanding. With Mom being a nurse practitioner and Dad being an EMT, things have been a little crazy around here.
“If there is anything I can do will you let me know? You don’t have a car so if you need to be somewhere I’ll take you.” I bite my lip as my stomach flutters.
“Actually, I’ll take you up on that.” I unlock my phone and hand it to him. He takes it, calling himself. I have to fight the urge to reach over and run my fingers through his short dark hair. It has that messy look a lot of people are doing these days, but I don’t think Berkley is trying to go for any particular look. When it starts to ring, he ends the call, handing it back to me.
I lick my lips, and Berkley’s eyes drop there for a moment before he quickly pulls them away and shoves a whole cookie into his mouth. I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself. He’s never going to notice me, and it’s really starting to mess with my head. I avoid the opposite sex for good reason. All of a sudden I want one’s attention, and he’s only nice to me because of Davis. Figures.
The first few times I met Berkley, most of his responses were grunts. I have no idea why I found it kind of adorable, but I did. He grabbed my attention, and through the years it’s slowly grown. Now it suddenly feels as if time is running out. When both Davis and Berkley tested positive for the virus it was a reality check for me. It made me realize that we are never promised a tomorrow.
I push those thoughts away, needing to get to the real reason I asked Berkley to come over. I grab the other chair so I can sit down. I cross my legs. Again, Berkley drops his eyes to my bare legs before he quickly pulls them away again. My entire body heats at the thought of him looking at me.
“How’s he doing?” I am worried about Davis. He doesn't seem to be handling all this too well. He’s slowly pulling away from everyone, and I know where that can lead. I’ve been there before. Berkley’s shoulders drop.
“I’m not sure.” He runs his hand through his hair, looking a little worried himself. Davis is the one thing that Berkley and I have in common. If it wasn't for Davis I don’t think Berkley would have ever talked to me. Ouch, that thought hurts.
“I know he’s a grown man.” I roll my eyes. Berkley’s lip twitches. “But let's keep an eye on him, okay? Make sure he’s not spending every second in the basement smoking pot and drinking.”
“Yeah, I can do that.” I put the lid back on the cookies, pushing it towards him. He greedily takes them, standing up from the chair. It gives a groan. Berkley isn't as tall as Davis, but he is still built like a tank. I think some find him intimidating between his size and general behavior. I’ve never understood it. I always feel safe when he’s around. People tend to leave us alone.
I show him to the door, opening it for him. He stops, staring down at me. Those gorgeous green eyes of his again drop to my lips.
“Lock the door behind me.” I nod as he steps out. I start to click the lock, but before I do I pull it back open.
“Berk.” He turns back to look at me. “That phone works both ways.” Before he can say anything like he’s not going to call me, I shut the door and lock it. I turn around, dropping my head back against it.
I’m such a dork. I wouldn’t blame him if he doesn’t call.Chapter ThreeBerkleyI lean against the door and drop my head against it. I shouldn’t go into Chandler’s house ever again—at least not without Davis. It’s too dangerous. I kept thinking about how we were alone and how small she is and how easy it would be for me to pin her to the table and eat what I really want. Her lips were shiny, like she’d been biting them and licking them, and it made me want to see what they’d taste like. And then her bare legs—fuck, her bare legs. They’d make a good necklace, and I don’t even wear jewelry. I smirk. I’m going to have the fattest jacking session tonight thinking about her long bare legs draped over my shoulders, my face between her thighs, my tongue flicking her clit. I’d thrust three fingers inside her because I’m a big boy and will need to make sure she’s ready for my penetration.