Page 77 of Blizzards and Brews
We collapsed back into the couch, turning to face each other. Each of us rested our backs against the arms of the couch our legs draped over each other as Dustin grabbed the bowl of popcorn and picked up a piece.
He threw it in my direction and I caught it victoriously.
“Okay, first question. What does AFI stand for?”
He scoffed. “A Fire Inside. Really, Linds? You can do better than that.”
I grabbed the popcorn bowl and took a piece tossing it at him. He of course caught it like he usually did and he chewed it with satisfaction. Music trivia was our jam.
“What quote appeared on the album sleeve of My Chemical Romance’sThree Cheers for Sweet Revenge?” he asked.
“Merci pour le venin,” I said with a wink. “You know I used to write that on my arm during my scene days.”
“For Hollow’s sake, your bangs. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out how you got them to stay to the side like that.”
“A lot of product,” I said, shuddering. “Thankfully, it was just that one year and I realized that my hair didn’t necessarily have to mirror the music we liked.”
We continued to go back and forth, playing the game we used to play. Shooting popcorn, and trading questions until my abs hurt from laughing and catching the pieces and the bowl was empty.
“Okay, okay, you win,” he relented, setting the bowl to the side and then pulling me on top of him.
“I sure as hell did,” I said with a grin.
My hands found his rucked up brown hair, sinking into them. I groaned as our lips met, the feel of his metal against my lip doing things to me I didn’t understand. He hadn’t had the piercing in high school and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like in other areas.
Dustin hardened underneath me and I spread my legs to straddle him, rubbing myself against his length.
“My, my, you’re just as assertive as you were in high school,” he said, smiling against my lips.
“What can I say? I know what I want.”
His hand wrapped around my neck and pulled me to him again, his movements confident and sure. It was like the last decade had been a blink of an eye.
We were older and had changed, but underneath it all, we were still the same people who had fallen in love all those years ago.
“This may be a recreation of that night, which was an amazing moment, but some things have changed,” he said as his voice deepened a few octaves. His blue eyes were sparkling with amusement but full of fiery heat that threatened to consume me.
“Oh, is that so?” I teased but his eyes darkened at the challenge.
My stomach gave a flip and a swirl of nerves went through me. For a moment, I started to freak out, afraid I might mess this up. It had been too long.
But then I took a breath and breathed in Dustin’s scent of caramel and vanilla and it all fell away.
Dustin was always mine and I couldn’t screw this up.
He loved me, had always wanted me, and had patiently waited for me to be ready for him.
Dustin was my constant, the rock in my life who was there whenever I needed. He wasn’t just that for me, but for his brothers too.
His fingers danced over my hips and each slight touch had my skin buzzing with electricity. Warmth started from those touch points and slowly moved over my skin in waves until I felt it everywhere.
When my eyes fluttered closed he pulled me down with a hand on my neck, pressing his lips to mine. His scent infiltrated my senses as his tongue tangled with mine, his free hand digging into my hips in a promise that this was going to surpass anything we had in the past.
When we separated to take a breath he reached for the remote and switched songs. It took a second before the first notes truly hit me and I let out a startled gasp. “Nothing Like You and I” by The Perishers floated overhead filling me with so much nostalgia.
It was the song playing the first time we were together. I shook my head but honestly, I loved the extra touch.
God, I loved him.