Nick
I laid on the couch, watching Demi watch tv. I wasn't going to be able to sleep. I couldn't sleep, even if I wanted to. I sat up on my arm. "So, I lied."
Demi didn't look over at me, she continued to stare at the tv. "Lied about what?"
"I'm not going right to sleep." Demi didn't respond. I sat up completely. "Mind if I watch tv with you?"
"I guess not."
I got off the couch & sat on the bed. Demi glared at me. "What? You said I could watch."
"I meant from the couch." She said between clenched teeth.
"But it's hard to see from the couch." I whined, flashing her my most adorable toothy grin.
She sighed. "Fine." She crossed her arms, in a huff. I scooted back on the bed to lean on the headboard a foot from her as she watched tv, with a hard look on her face. After a few minutes, she sighed before she spoke. "So did you have fun in Punta Cana?"
I was surprised she was asking. "Not as much fun as I would have had if you were there."
She rolled her eyes. "It sure looked like you were having fun." Demi sounded bitter.
"Don't believe everything you see. You clearly didn't see the photo floating around of us waiting for dinner. I was not having fun then." I shook my head for emphasis.
Demi looked at me. "No, I didn't see it. Why? What was it?"
I pulled out my phone & got on instagram. I searched my name until I found the very blurry photo someone had tagged me in. I leaned to show Demi, who took my phone from my hand. "You do look pissed. What was going on?" She looked at me, curiously, now.
I took my phone back & inhaled, deeply. "Earlier we were by the pool & as I watched her play with her boring nails, I remembered what you said about you guys being opposites. It's so true. So I asked her if she ever thought about changing her hair color & then she made a snide comment about dying it pink... then when we were getting ready for dinner that night she said something about how I wished she could be more edgy like you." I looked at Demi, who was watching me with a look of disgust on her face. "Anyway, it started a discussion ending with her asking if she asked me not to go back on your tour if I wouldn't...." Demi's face turned quickly to anger as she looked back at the tv. "I told her she would lose if she ever asked me to choose between you & her." Demi looked at me, quickly & we stared at each other. It seemed like she was trying not to smile.
"And I'm not edgy... I'm just not boring. I like change. I mean it's not like I've shaved my head. I change my hair color. So fucking what?" Demi responded.
"God, please don't shave your head." I grinned.
"You would love it if I shaved my head." She twisted her mouth into a sarcastic smirk. I shook my head, laughing. "Maybe I should shave my head just to test you."
I stopped laughing. "How would that test me?"
"Because if you didn't want to be with me after I shaved my head, then I'd know it was because you want me for my body & the sex. Personally, I think you love my bad ass look contrasting with your clean cut look." Demi flashed me a smug look.
"Please don't shave your head." I gave her my puppy dog eyes.
Demi smiled, playfully, looking back at the tv. I watched her profile. Her gorgeous, perfect profile as I had a soft smile on my face. She cowered away from me once she looked at me, seeing my smile. "Why do you have a creepy ass smile on your face?"
"I missed you." I sighed. Her face softened a little. "What if we take sex out of the equation?"
"What do you mean?" She asked in confusion.
"What if we keep talking & texting & flirting & touching in secret but we don't have sex again until we are both single? Like dating?" I was watching her face, closely. She was giving this serious thought. "And that would prove to you that I love you & not because of the sex or how you look, so then you won't have to shave your head."
"Or I could shave my head & we can keep having sex, unless you don't want to have sex with a girl with a shaved head..." She snickered.
"I assure you, I'd still want to be with you." I gave her a serious look. The way she was smiling at me, made me think she really thought I was only with her because of the sex. I rolled my eyes. "I would still love you even if you shaved your head."
Demi shrugged her shoulders. "I guess we'll see..."
"I'm begging you... don't shave your head." I watched Demi's coy little smile get bigger as she turned back to the tv.
"I'm going to sleep as soon as this show is over." Demi said.
"So are we like dating then? But no sex until we're both available?" I asked, moving my face so she had no choice but to look at me.
She sighed. "I guess." She turned to look at me. "What about kissing?" Demi was biting her lip & driving me crazy.
I moved so we were barely touching, leaning on my arm for leverage. I leaned into her, then turned my upper body toward her. Our heads were so close, we could feel our breath on each other's faces. "I highly recommend kissing." I leaned more so I could kiss her mouth, with just enough pressure to let her feel my desire but not too much to make it hard to stop. I pulled away, a sly smile on my face. "I'm going to go back to the couch now. Good night." I started to get off the bed, when Demi grabbed my arm. I turned my gaze to her hand, then let it go up to her face.
"Can you control yourself if I want you to hold me tonight?"
"I knew it." I grinned, shaking my head.
"Knew what?"
"I knew you only wanted me for my arms." I smirked.
Demi laughed, adorably cute & delightfully loud. "You do have nice arms, babe. I mean... I think your arms are my favorite thing about you." Her eyebrows went up as I shook my head, then climbed under the covers. I laid on my back, my hands behind my head on the pillow. Demi didn't wait for the show to end before she crawled next to me, draping her arm over my middle & allowing me to put my arms around her. It wasn't easy not having sex, but I concentrated on holding her as I grew tired.