“God, this is like f**king high school!” Tyler said.
“Except that this album was made before any of us were born.” Jenny giggled.
“All I would need is a Mickey’s forty and an empty football field and I’d be right back in my high school days,” Will said.
“Boone’s Farm, Strawberry Hill for me. What about you, Jenny?” I said, laughing.
“Wine coolers and nacho cheese Doritos… yuck. Tyler, your turn.”
“Mad Dog 20/20 and Taco Bell.”
“Why were we so gross back then?” I asked.
“No money,” Tyler said.
“We still have no money, but at least we have some dignity.”
“What are you talking about, Mia? Will has money.” Tyler looked at me, stupefied.
“Well he will, if he’d ever sign that deal.”
Will jumped up. “Let’s dance!”
We danced around like fools for a while and then I noticed that the countdown to the ball drop had started. “It’s time!” I yelled.
We all chanted, “Five… four… three… two… one.” I watched Jenny jump up and wrap her arms around Tyler, kissing him.
I glanced over to Will, who was watching me with the listening-to-God expression in his eyes. Looking down, I grabbed his hands in mine and then with a small smile and no words, I looked up and asked him for a kiss. His lips met mine gently; he lingered there, but didn’t ask for more. He tugged ever so slightly at my lower lip before pulling away. “Happy New Year, sweet thing,” he whispered.
“Happy New Year, Will.”
I glanced over to Tyler and Jenny, who were still making out. They stopped abruptly when they noticed us waiting for them. “Happy New Year, guys!” Tyler said.
We exchanged hugs and then Jenny caught Tyler’s eye again. “We’re gonna head out,” she said. I figured I knew why… honeymoon phase.
We said our goodbyes and walked them out to the landing. Will went to his room and started throwing stuff in a bag as I watched him from the doorway.
“Have you seen my white T-shirt… the longer one?”
“I’m keeping it,” I said, giggling. He looked up and smiled.
His hair had gotten quite a bit longer since I first met him. It was a disordered mess, falling in his face. “Do you want me to cut your hair?”
“You?” He said it like it was the most preposterous idea he had ever heard.
“Yeah, I used to cut my father’s hair. I can do it.”
He appraised me. “Did you cut your father’s hair while you were stoned and drunk?”
“No, but I can do it,” I said, laughing, “Come on, buddy, I’ll get the scissors.” I grabbed the scissors from the bathroom and kicked off my shoes. Will followed me to the kitchen. “Take off your shirt,” I said as I pulled a chair away from the table. He obliged but stood in front of me before sitting down. I sucked in a breath as I let my eyes trail from his chest down and back up again. “Sit,” I said in a raspy voice. I put Damien Rice on the iPod dock, hoping it would help me concentrate. I really didn’t want to mess up Will’s hair, but his shirtless chest was causing a bit of a distraction for me.
He shook his head and stood up. “I can’t let you do this; it’s crazy.”
“It’s just hair. Sit down, Wilbur, or I’ll tie you to this chair.” He raised his eyebrows and shot me a sexy half smile.
I was very careful as I cut the back and sides. I combed his hair down over his eyes and trimmed as much as I could while I stood on each side of him. When it was time to trim the front, I threw my leg over his, straddling him on the chair. He sucked in a breath but kept his eyes closed. “Tell me you didn’t cut your father’s hair like this?”
“Quiet, silly, I’m concentrating. Almost done…” His hands moved to my thighs. I trimmed the last little bit and then put the comb and scissors in one hand while I brushed his hair off his face with the other. He opened his eyes and simultaneously gripped my legs. Searching his face, I saw a vaguely defeated look wash over him. His eyes kissed mine and then his hands moved higher under my dress; I thought I heard him moan softly as his lips parted. I dropped the scissors and comb and rested my forearms on his shoulders while I continued running my fingers through his hair.
The champagne and pot, not to mention Damien Rice, were creating a heady atmosphere in the kitchen that night. When I leaned forward slightly, I felt him hard beneath me and my body took over. I pressed down onto him and sucked in a breath. He gripped my hips and pulled me against him. I moved, grinding harder as I let a breathy “Ahh” escape. With my dress riding up around my waist, he leaned forward and placed one hand behind my neck, holding me as his mouth went to my collarbone. I let my head fall to the side while he trailed kisses up my throat. My inner thighs were quivering and I could feel the heat between my legs spreading up my body. He pulled me tighter against him and then with a heavy breath he whispered, “What are you doing to me?”
My dress strap fell off my shoulder. He seized the moment, pulling the top down on one side. I arched my back, offering myself to him as he kissed my breast, his tongue toying with my nipple. I squirmed in his arms but he pulled me even closer to him. He moved so fluidly that I felt myself lost in a rapture I had never experienced. This time the “Ahh” had a sound I couldn’t stifle as he kissed my body urgently. I continued to grind down on him while my hands moved frantically in his messy hair. I held him close to me and allowed myself to consume the feeling of our bodies melding together. There was a quickening pulse and dampness between my legs as I felt him pressing harder against me. His skilled fingers moved seamlessly from my stomach down the inside of my panties and when he touched me there, I lurched forward involuntarily and then jumped off.