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mouths full of popcorn and washing it down with copious amounts of coke and now the movie has ended. Even after all that we just ingested, we are both still wanting more, so we head to the kitchen and make double hot fudge brownie sundaes, with Mrs. O’Connor’s famous double fudge brownies. We eat the gooey mess on Marcus' queen sized bed while watching funny videos on his laptop. I give up on eating any more of mine about halfway through. I can’t take one more bite so Marcus is eating the rest like a champ and he will probably still be hungry afterward. That boy can put it away like nobody's business. I've never before seen anyone ingest such ungodly amounts of food.
    "Oh my God. Just shoot me now and put me out of my misery." I groan out each word while holding on to my food baby.
    "Don't move or I may hurl all over your bed," I groan.
    "So if I were to tickle you right now that would be a bad thing?" He says with a mischievous glint in his eyes as his hands hover just above my stomach.
    "Yes, unless you'd enjoy me puking all over you and your bed."
    "Okay, I think I'll skip that option. How about we watch Jerry Maguire?"
    "Hell yes! You are the best friend, ever Marcus O’Connor."
    I love this movie so much. I can almost recite the whole thing word for word, but tonight I won't do that because it drives him nuts when I do.
             I grab a pair of Marcus' boxer briefs and a New England Patriots tee from his bureau and head into his bathroom to change. I never pack pj’s when I sleep over here. I always wear Marcus' clothes and I've been doing this for so long that at this point I don't even have to ask him. I brush my teeth and comb through my hair so it won't be a tangled mess in the morning, before returning to his bedroom.
    I prop myself up on some oversized pillows, making myself comfortable on top of his blue plaid comforter while Marcus puts the movie on. He grabs the DVD player remote and lays back beside me on his bed. We've watched hundreds of movies lying together like this but somehow this time it feels different. I swear I can feel the heat from his body even though we aren't even touching. I shift from my back to my side, trying to get into a position where I feel less awkward. I prop my pillows up again and sigh.
    "What's wrong Hails?"
    "I can't get comfortable."
    "Here, come on over," he says lifting his arm up so I can snuggle under it and lay on his chest. Well, this is new.
    I wrap my arm across his stomach and snuggle into him. He feels amazing and he smells even better. He starts running his fingers through my hair from the roots to the ends and I shiver as a result.
    "Are you cold?" He asks, reaching for a throw to drape over us.
    A quiet thank you is my only reply as he covers me with a blanket. I'm embarrassed at my body's reaction to him. It's better he thinks I'm cold than to know the real reason I shivered. He begins stroking my hair again and before I know it I'm drifting off to sleep.
    I wake in the morning to extreme heat against my back and an arm wrapped around my waist. Oh my God, oh my God! I can't believe that we slept in the same bed all night. Calm down.
    I take a couple of deep breaths to settle myself down and relax back into the warmth of Marcus behind me. Holy shit. Is that what I think it is? I wonder if he wakes up with that every morning?
    I hold still hoping it will go away and that he won't wake yet. I'm trying to figure out the best way to extricate myself from this bed without him knowing when his arm around my waist tightens; pulling me up against the front of him. I feel the imprint of his morning wood against my ass and I can't help but wonder... what does it look like? I've seen pictures of a penis in health class but I've never felt or seen one up close and personal. I really want to take a peek at it, but if I do he'll wake up. Decisions, decisions...
    Marcus snatches the opportunity away from me by stirring from his sleep. As he's waking, he flexes his