Scott — Sex dream(1)

Earlier that day…

"I think you're being a little bitch," said Willow, sipping on her smoothie.

"You've said that already. Thanks for siding with your brother by the way," I said, nudging her gently.

Not two hours after walking away from Stacy, I picked Willow up at the airport. She was here for the weekend, checking out NYU to see if she might want to go here next year and I was showing her around.

Seeing Stacy upset had caused me physical pain, a tightening in my chest, but I needed to get away from her. There was nothing else to say. She was going to do what she was going to do. That was probably the anger talking, but I didn't want to hurt her by saying something I couldn’t take back. So I left. Now the whole thing was haunting me.

"You didn't let me finish. You're being a little bitch and I think it's great. Fantastic in fact," Willow continued, as we walked the same paths I used to walk with Stacy.

"I went on live television and declared how well I know her. Well joke's on me, because she hid everything that's important about herself from me. If that wasn't enough, she's engaged and I kissed her. On live television. I'm a dumbass," I said, going on the same rant for the umpteenth time. "She's so—"

"Hot? Good kisser? Out of your league?"

"Infuriating," I said, shaking my head. "And yes, that other stuff too."

"And that right there is why this is fantastic. Beautiful," Willow spread her arms into the air and spun herself around. "Mr. I don't feel anything for anyone sure sounds like he's caught feelings."

I wanted to deny it, but I hadn't been able to get Stacy off my mind all day long. The idea that I was never going to see her again drove me crazy. For goodness sake, I was talking to my baby sister about it.

"You know what, end of discussion. Let's show you the library, where you'll be spending all your time," I said, ushering a protesting Willow away.

Willow and I hung out for the rest of the afternoon. After the college tour, I took her sightseeing.

When we got home, the emotional turmoil of the day had caught up with me.

"Going to take a nap. Leave this apartment and I'll kill you. That is if mom doesn't kill me first for letting you out of my sight," I said, yawning as I headed to my room.

"You know, one way to make sure I stay out of trouble is to take me over to Stacy's. We've narrowed my prom dress down to two options. How great would it be—"

"I'm not falling for that," I said in response. "Stacy's leaving for Chicago tonight. Nothing I can do about it."

"You're still being a little bitch," Willow called after me. "Obviously the thing to do is show up at the airport at the eleventh hour."

"Too many chick flicks, Willow," I called back.

And despite the words, I spent the next half an hour staring at the ceiling, willing myself not to call Stacy. Maybe this was for the best. Did I really want to get involved with the mafia? Was Stacy worth pissing off the mob for?

"Of course she's worth it. Fucking dumbass," I said to myself, tossing and turning.

I gradually drifted off to sleep, thinking of her lips lingering on mine.

"Ready whenever you are Scottie," said Stacy's giddy voice.

She was holding onto the hem of a knee length white dress, spinning herself around and coyly looking back at me over her shoulder. Her flirtatious smile was dazzling. We were in a studio and there was a spotlight on her.

"Are you going to take the photo or what?" she asked.

I looked down. In my hands was a camera.

"Sorry. Sure," I said, swallowing.

My throat was dry as I advanced on her, taking one step forward with every picture until I was right in front of her.

Without a word, she smashed her lips against mine, laying claim to my mouth with her own like I was hers to do with as she pleased. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she pulled me closer, deepening the kiss with gusto. I obliged her, eagerly returning her attention. I grabbed a hold of her ass to pick her up as our tongues battled it out, her legs wrapping around me.