13. Alexis
Considering everything, I really thought I was going to struggle to sleep, especially after the heavy make-out session with Jason. But instead of it leaving me keyed up, I fell asleep almost the instant my head hit the pillow.
However, I jolted awake right before my alarm in the midst of a wet dream in which Jason and I were in the shower together. And instead of being able to roll over and finish that dream with him, I had to pull out my trusty vibrator to get the job done.
I won’t let him get away next time.
I take a quick shower and do my simple makeup routine. Then stare at my closet for thirty minutes, wondering what the hell I should wear.
”What do you think, Slinky? Sexy or casual?” She”s curled up on my bed, napping as per usual. But at the sound of her name, her head pops up and chirps. ”You are absolutely right; I can go for a little of both.”
I take out my plum lacy bralette and thong set, then a pair of jean cutoffs that show off my ass, and a flowy deep green tank that gives occasional peeks at the bralette underneath. Tomorrow is my hair wash day, so I throw my dark locks in a high pony. Twisting back and forth in front of my full-length mirror, I smile. Sexy yet casual—nailed it.
I’m stuffing my feet into my Converse that have seen better days when I hear his knock. A glance at the clock tells me it’s ten o’clock sharp.
When I open my door, I’m caught off guard by how attractive he is. His sandy blond hair has that perfect tousled look, his blue eyes are sparkling, and his makings of a beard are to die for. I can almost feel the scrape of his stubble against my thighs. Oh boy, Alexis, don’t go there just yet. I can see why he”s often called the ”Honorary Chris.” If he stood next to them, he”d fit right in.
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
He holds up two bags and a carrier full of coffee.
”I brought us breakfast, some disguises, and coffee. I wasn”t sure how you liked your coffee, so I got you three options.” He smiles, stepping inside, and I”m hit by a whiff of his cologne. If I wasn”t aroused before, I am now. I”m so distracted by my desire to drop everything and drag him to the bedroom; I almost don”t hear him list off my coffee options. ”I have here a latté, a caramel macchiato, and a mocha. Shit, I”m realizing I didn”t specify the type of milk; you”re not lactose intolerant or vegan, are you?”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Nope, and even if I were, I love dairy too much to give it up. I’ll take the latté first, and then I’ll probably drink the macchiato after. Coffee and me? We’re soulmates.” I’m taking the cup he offers me when it hits me. “Wait, did you say disguises?”
He wiggles his eyebrows, grinning mischievously as he hands me one bag. I peek inside and burst into giggles. This man.
Barely keeping it together, I pull out a hot pink wig and the ugliest fedora on planet earth. There are also two pairs of sunglasses that are almost comically big. When I look back at him, he has the biggest shit-eating grin I”ve ever seen.
”Let”s have breakfast out on your balcony, and I”ll give you my rundown for the day.”
We get situated on my small patio set, various pastries strewn about and our coffees. Slinky is sitting at the sliding door, yowling in protest. But after the stunt she pulled last year while out here with me, she has been banned.
”Ok, so I found this county fair that is going on this weekend. It”s about three hours away, but has tons of food and rides, and is in the middle of nowhere. I thought it would be fun to wear these disguises, just in case, and go have a day where no one knows us.”
I can”t help but laugh. He looks so confident that his plan will work. ”So, what, I wear a pink wig, and you put on a fedora, then BAM, people won”t see us?”
”Oh, they”ll see us, but they”ll be so distracted by your hair and my obvious fashion faux pas that they won”t even look at our faces. I mean, everyone and their mother knows I wouldn”t wear a fedora if my life depended on it. And the hot pink will be just bright enough to keep people from even seeing your face.” He pauses for dramatic effect. ”It”s foolproof.” He shrugs and shoves a giant bite of ham and cheese croissant in his mouth as if there were no further arguments to be had. I vaguely remember a Twitter, I mean X, battle exploding over Jason”s offhand comment about his dislike of fedoras.
This is the silliest plan, but I”m so excited to see if it works. ”Alright, I”m game. I”ll just need a few extra minutes to braid my hair back, so this wig fits.” He gives me a smug smile, and we finish our meals in companionable silence. Well, near silence. Slinky keeps yowling every few minutes, and LA is never that quiet.
Three and half hours, and a pit stop when my bladder can’t handle all the coffee I’ve chugged later, we are at the fair. And it’s enormous.
Once we get through the gates, Jason takes my hand and guides me to where all the rides have been set up. “So I’m thinking, we ride a few of these bad boys first, then once we’re sick of being thrown around at Mach 5 in rickety structures, we can eat until we get belly aches.”
”Sounds perfect, Hollywood.” He looks down at me in surprise; aside from the one time he called me ”Doc,” we haven”t really done the nickname thing. After a split second, he gives me the biggest smile I”ve ever seen on him. ”You got it, Doc.” I smile back. My heart feels so light.
***
We”ve ridden each ride twice before we decide we can”t risk bodily harm again. We both have careers to continue. We”re both laughing our asses off as we clamber out of the last coaster; at the final drop, Jason let out the loudest yelp I”ve ever heard. It was only surprising because he”d barely yelled on any of the rides; he”d spent most of them just grinning. As we approached the end, he leaned over and whispered, ”I think I just peed a little on that last drop.” I burst into giggles, which then caused him to start laughing and begging me to stop laughing because he was pretty sure he would pee himself. Luckily for him, we just made it to some restrooms in time.
I’ll never forget the day I almost witnessed one of the most sought-after Hollywood stars pee himself at a county fair.
Wearing a fedora.
I”m still off and on giggling when he comes out. ”Listen here, Miss Giggles. You would not still be laughing if our roles were reversed here.” He tips up my chin and busses me quickly on the lips before gently pinching my side.
”Hey, it”s Dr. Giggles to you, sir, and considering I made us stop on the way here, I doubt I”ll ever be in your shoes.”
”You”re right, Dr. Giggles; you are simply too mature to get caught with a full bladder. My mistake.” He pulls me close and begins steering us toward the food. ”Anything in particular you want to eat?”
”Hmmm, something fried.”
”That”s like 90 percent of the food here. Care to narrow it down?”
I tip my head back to look at him, smiling sweetly, ”Nope.” I squeal in delight when he suddenly scoops me up, throwing me over his shoulder, and spins me around. My wig and sunglasses fly off, but I don”t care in the least because Jason is now tickling me mercilessly. ”Jason!” I gasp between fits of laughter. ”Jason, put me down! I”ll pick a food, I”ll pick! Have mercy.” We”re getting a few stares, but not the kind that means somebody recognizes either of us. Just people watching a deranged couple goof off in public.
He finally sets me down, a triumphant smile on his face. ”Great to hear, Doc. What are we eating?”
I glance around and spot the closest food stand. ”I want an elephant ear.” He stoops down and scoops up my fallen items, then grabs my hand with his free one and joins the line. While we”re waiting, he can”t stop giving quick kisses. By the time we reach the order window, my lips feel puffy, and the lady taking our order is giving us one of those knowing smiles, like she”s watched our PDA and thought it was the most adorable thing she”s ever seen. And honestly, I can”t say I hate it.
***
Hours later, our bellies are overfull, and the sun is just setting as we get into the ancient Ferris Wheel, because we haven”t risked our lives enough yet. We”re silent at first, but Jason breaks the silence as we get above the crowd.
“I had a lot of fun today.”
“Me too.” I tilt my head up and kiss him quick on his jaw. He responds by pulling me closer and resting his head against the top of mine.
”I really like you, Alexis,” he pauses, sucking in a huge breath as if getting up the courage to keep going. I find myself holding my breath in anticipation.
”I would totally understand if you say no, but like I said, I like you a lot, and I feel like we could really build something good between us. If you feel the same, I”d really like to date you. Officially. Like labeled and everything.” He winces a bit like that didn”t come out quite how he wanted. He also can”t look me in the eye, which I find endearing. He”s so nervous. It”s sweet.
“Jason, look at me.” I wait patiently for him to finally turn and look down at me. One of my hands cradles his face, stroking his cheek gently. “I would love to officially date you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He smiles brightly, mutters something that sounds like fuck yes, and dives in for a proper kiss. We keep it PG as we continue our ride, but my body responds fully. It feels like it”s on fire, and I desperately want our centers to meet and find relief. We”re abruptly interrupted when our ride ends, and the teenage operator has to cough loudly to get our attention.
“I think that’s our signal to head home.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
***
I must have fallen asleep during the drive back because the next thing I know, Jason is gently shaking my shoulder. “Alexis, babe, I’d love to scoop you up and carry you in, but I will throw my back out trying to get you out of the car. It”s too low.” I nod sleepily and unbuckle, letting him take my hand and pull me up and out. Without really thinking about it, I wrap my arms around his neck and hop up a little to wrap my legs around his hips, burying my head against his neck. Without a word, he supports my butt with his arms and walks us into the elevator.
”Babe, can you grab your keys for me?” It”s not easy, but I eventually wiggle them out by the time the elevator reaches our floor. Jason gets us inside and heads straight to my room. ”You ready for bed?” I nod, feeling so tired that speaking is too much. He chuckles quietly, ”Alright, sleepy head, arms up.” He removes my top, then turns around and finds my PJs on top of my dresser. When he turns back, my bralette is off too, and he almost can”t look away. I vaguely feel a little excited as he stares, my skin starting to feel hot and cold at the same time. If I wasn’t so sleepy, I’d ask him to touch me, but my eyes feel like lead, and I don’t think I’ll be able to stay conscious enough to enjoy a little sexy time. Quickly, as if there”s a fire, he gets me into my PJs and in bed. Before he can leave, I snag his hand in mine. ”Stay.”
He hesitates a moment, then nods. ”I can do that; let me go lock up quick. I”ll be right back.” He can”t have been gone for longer than thirty seconds, but I”m barely conscious when he returns. He shucks his jeans and shirt before joining me in bed. On instinct, I turn over and lay my head on his chest, hooking my leg over his. In response, he wraps both arms around me, gently stroking my back. I fall asleep listening to his heartbeat, a smile on my face.