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Chapter 31 - You're Perfect To Me

"I don’t wanna talk to him!” I tell Bradley as he leads me to the cafeteria.

“Don’t you think it’s time you two mended this fight or whatever?” Bradley wonders.

"No! It’s only been a day and I don’t wanna see him.” I stubbornly argue.

“Sydney,” My boyfriend reprimands as we maneuver the crowded school hallways.

“What? I don’t! Can’t you and me just go off campus and have lunch alone?”

“As much as I like that idea, I really think you gotta talk to him.”

“Why must you always try to be the peacemaker?”

"Because if you and Drew don’t fix this, you’ll regret it in years to come.”

“Then let me regret it then.”

“No, I’m not gonna let you do it. Now, come on. Besides, I’m starving.” Bradley reasons.

When Bradley and I walk into the cafeteria, my eyes immediately scan out Drew. He’s not sitting at our normal table. Instead he’s sitting across the cafeteria with his basketball friends. Basketball friends including Reese Logan. He’s sitting with that Darcy girl who he went to homecoming with and he doesn’t look in the least bit distraught.

“See, look at him. He looks fine. We obviously don’t need to talk.”

“Fine, don’t talk. I’m hungry though and you didn’t eat breakfast.”

“I don’t like you when you’re bossy.” I tell him.

“You always like me. Don’t lie to yourself.”

Bradley and I go through the lunch line before heading to our normal seats at our normal table where Tanner, Mikey and Walker are. There’s a petite blonde girl sitting next to Mikey and is Alison is standing next to Walker. He’s not talking to her though. At least she came back home. It’s not really like she had any other option anyway.

“Hey guys,” I greet, pulling out a plastic blue chair and sitting down at our circular table.

“Hey,” The all chorus, stuffing their faces with their lunches. Boys. 

"Walker, come on, you’re being ridiculous.” Alison whines, next to Walker.

“Alison, you’re embarrassing yourself. Please go away.” Walker says in an exasperated tone.

“I don’t care if I’m embarrassing myself, besides, I don’t care what your stupid friends think of me.”

“Okay, see this is why we can’t get back together.”

“Because I don’t like your friends?”

“Because you talk shit about my friends and talk to me like I’m stupid and I don’t like it.”

“Walker, you know I don’t think you’re stupid and I mean, if your friends weren’t always around, I wouldn’t talk about them the way that I do.”

"It doesn’t matter, Alison. They’re my friends, okay? I don’t wanna get back together.”

"You don’t mean that.”        

“I do mean that.” He says firmly.

“Fine,” Alison sighs, sitting down in the chair besides Walker. “Look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t love me anymore. Say it and I’ll go away forever.”

“Alison, I’m n--“

“I know you still love me and I still love you, so why are we doing this?”

“Because you and I are not…compatible.”

"So, what you’re saying is we’ve wasted almost three years of our lives on each other.”

"Basically.” He mutters, popping a chicken nugget in his mouth.

“I can’t believe this.”

"Well, believe it.” Walker shrugs. “And could you just go away? Please? We’re trying to have lunch.”

“This won’t be the last time you see me and we’re having this conversation again.” She instructs.

"We’ll see about that.” Walker retorts as Alison stands up and storms away.

“Don’t you just love high school relationships?” Mikey asks cheekily.

“Speaking of high school relationships, who’s this, Mikey?” I politely ask, referring to the blonde.

Mikey’s face goes red and he clears his throat, “Erm, this is Jaime. Jaime that’s Sydney, her boyfriend, Bradley and you know Walker and Tanner.”

“Hi,” Jaime welcomes, smiling at Bradley and me.

“So, what, are you two like a thing?” Bradley asks nonchalantly.

"Uh, I dunno, are we, Mikey?” Jaime wonders, looking up at Mikey, who’s still as red as a tomato.

“Whoa, Sydney, I didn’t know you got a new tattoo, what’s it say?” He asks, digressing from the topic.

"You’re such a boy,” Jaime tells him, rolling her eyes. She obviously isn’t mad though.

“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” He teases.

"You’re welcome, Sargent Sarcasm,” She rebuts.

“Indeed, Comrade Comeback.”

“Thank you, Senior Smartass.”

“Wow, I didn’t think anyone could be deeper in the cupcake phase than you too.” Tanner interjects.

“They totally like each other,” I voice, disregarding Tanner’s comment.

“And she doesn’t seem like an egotistical bitch.” Bradley says.

I laugh at my boyfriend’s description of Alison, and lean into him as he puts his arm around my shoulder. “You are so amazing.” I tell him, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. Bradley quickly moves his head though out of my reach and places a kiss on my lips. It feels kinda funny because my head is leaning back on his shoulder, but he’s right side up.

“Jesus, guys, come on.” Walker moans. “Trying to eat here.”

“Oh, don’t even get me started on how disgusting you and Alison were with you kissing.” I remind him.

"Well, lucky for you guys, that’s over.”

"You sure about that, man?” Tanner asks him.

“Positive.” He confirms. “I can’t believe it took me two years to realize how insane she is.”

"The girl definitely needs to be an asylum.” Bradley says, letting his hand rest on my thigh under the table.

“Are you guys talking about Alison?” Mikey wonders, jumping back into the conversation.

“Not anymore we’re not.” Walker announces. “We’re done talking about her, okay?”

“Okay,” Bradley, Tanner, Mikey and I all say in unison. Like I said, Walker’s the most responsible of the group. Kinda like the dad. He is the oldest of the six of us anyway.

“So, are you and Drew still fighting?” Tanner asks me.

“Yeah,” I confirm with a sigh.           

“Why?” Mikey wonders with a confused expression.

"Yeah, you still haven’t told me why you two are fighting.” Bradley supplies.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” I mutter. “It’s not really a big deal.”

“Fighting with your best friend isn’t a big deal?” Walker repeats with an eyebrow raised.

"No, it’s not. Not when the best friend is clearly in the wrong.”

“I bet he didn’t do anything wrong; you’re just a stubborn little cookie.” Mikey disagrees.

"I am not.” I argue.

"Yeah, babe, you kinda are.” Bradley tells me.

“Hey, Mikey, I have to go. I’m getting checked out for this lame thing with my parents.” Jaime says.

“Oh, okay, that’s cool. Well, uh, I’ll call you tonight?”

Jaime nods with a smile, “Yeah, sounds great.” She stands up and offers a wave and warm smile. “It was nice meeting you guys.” She says, slinging her cross-body bag over her shoulder and walking towards the exit doors.

“Wow,” I say, ready to tease Mikey. “I like her. She’s so nice!” I exclaim.

“Yeah,” He says, watching her as she leaves the cafeteria. “She’s pretty amazing.”

“So, that’s the girl you’ve been FaceTiming and stuff?” Bradley asks, stealing some of my fries.

"That’s her. Man, she’s so cool. Like she’s so humble and down to earth, you know?”

“Oh, my gosh, guys I think Mikey’s in love.” Tanner exploits.

“Shut up,” Mikey mumbles, punching Tanner in his arm. “I’m not in love with her.”            

“Sure about that, buddy?” Walker asks.

“Yes, I’m sure about that.”

"But you do like her?” I wonder

"I dunno, maybe?”

“You do like her; it’s so obvious.” I reply.

“Yeah,” Tanner says, “You look at her like Bradley looks at Sydney.”

“I don’t think anyone looks at anyone the way Bradley looks at Sydney.” Mikey scoffs.

“That’s true,” Walker agrees. “Just promise that no babies will result in this relationship.”

My face goes red and I bury my face into Bradley’s t-shirt as he barks with laughter. “Trust me, that’s not gonna happen.”

"Better not; I’ll kick your ass if it does.” Tanner warns.

“Why’re you fussing at me? It takes two to tango, you know.” Bradley says. “Besides, I could take you.”

"Yeah, you wish.” Tanner scoffs.

“Nope, I know I can, Foster.” Bradley reassures him.

“Speaking of babies,” Mikey interrupts. “How’s your sister?”

“Oh!” I exclaim. “I didn’t even tell you guys; Arianna had her baby last night.”

“Last night?” Walker echoes.

"Yeah, Bradley and I were there until like, two a.m. with her.”

“And you’re at school because…?” Tanner asks.

"Because we don’t use any excuse to get out of school that we can.” I tease, sticking my tongue out at him.

“So, was it a boy or a girl?” Mikey asks.

“Girl and she has the cutest name ever.” I squeal.         

“Yeah? What is it?” Walker asks.

“Charlotte Sydney McMillian. Isn’t that adorable?”

"That’s pretty darn cute.” Walker says, chuckling. “I thought she wasn’t due for a few months though?”

“Oh, Charley was premature by a few weeks. Arianna just didn’t get big for some reason.” Out of my peripheral vision, I see Bradley looking down underneath the lunch table, holding his cell phone in the hand not on my thigh at the moment. “Is everything okay?” I ask him.

“Yeah, that was just my dad. He’s gotta do a triple bypass surgery tonight or something so he’ll be at the hospital all night and my mom’s on a business trip in Florida for a few days.” He says.

“So, you’re gonna be all alone at your house tonight?”

“Unless my beautiful girlfriend wants to stay with me?” He offers.

"Stay with you at your house alone?” I repeat.

“Uh huh,” Bradley confirms, nodding.

“With no one else there?”

"That would be the definition of alone, princess.” He teases.

Out of my peripheral vision, I see that Tanner, Walker and Mikey are all enveloped in some conversation about who’s going to the NBA playoffs or something like that and luckily not paying any attention to Bradley and me.

“N-no,” I stammer, “I know that, I was just asking for clarification.”

“Wait a minute,” Bradley says in disbelief. “A-are you nervous?”

“Psh, what? No, why would I be nervous?” I ask, twiddling my fingers together subconsciously.

“I dunno, but I do know that you’re twiddling your fingers and you only twiddle your fingers when you’re nervous about something, so that means you’re nervous. Why’re you nervous?”

“Why do you keep saying nervous? It’s a weird word.” I mumble

“Don’t change the subject, little missy.” He says, shaking his head. “No, really, tell me.”

“I’m not nervous, it’s just that we haven’t been alone, like all alone together since we got together.”

“And you don’t wanna be alone, or…?” Bradley asks, letting his voice trail off.

"It’s not that,” I assure him.

“Then what is it? Do you think I’m gonna try to make you do something? I’m not.” He promises.

“I know, you’re not, Bradley.” I giggle, kissing his cheek.

“Unless of course you wanna do something.” He adds. “Do you wanna do something?”

“If the something you’re thinking about is the same something I’m thinking of, then no.” I mumble.

“You’re so cute when you’re all embarrassed about sex.” Bradley compliments.

"Am not,” I argue. “I’m as red as a cherry.”

“Cherries are sexy.” He insists.

“I didn’t think fruits could be considered sexy.”

“Well, they can.” Bradley insists as the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch.

We all stand and walk out of the cafeteria, Bradley and I saying bye to Mikey and Tanner. Unfortunately today is  a ‘B’ day, meaning that I have Drama class right now. And who’s in my Drama class? Bradley, which is nice, and Drew, which isn’t so nice. Bradley and I walk hand in hand through the crowded hallways up the stairs to our Drama class. It’s funny how the last time I was arguing with one of the boys it was Bradley and I had to sit through Drama with him and now I’m gonna have to do the same with Drew.

The reason I’m friends with boys and not girls is because they’re supposedly less dramatic, but I’m seriously beginning to test that theory.

-------

“Do you think it’s too late to get out of this?” I wonder, yanking my hairbrush through my hair.

"Yeah, I do!” Bradley calls from his bedroom. “Besides, your dad would blame me.”

"So, what? He already knows you anyways, he’s just being weird.”

“I don’t think he actually wants to ‘meet’ me, it’s just his excuse.”

"His excuse for what?” I ask as Bradley walks into the bathroom, looking at me in the rectangular mirror.

“To see you. He never does. He probably just misses you.”

“It’s a two way street,” I murmur, weaving my hair into a long French braid leading into a fishtail.

“What do you mean?” He asks, placing his hands around my waist lightly.

“If he wants so badly to talk to me, he can pick up the phone. It’s not a one way phone.”

“I guess you have a point.”

“Of course I do.” I reply.

Bradley and I are getting ready to head up to my dad’s lake house. It’s nearly 6:30 and he said we have reservations at some really fancy dinner place up there at 7:15. It takes a good thirty minutes to get up there, so we’ll make it there with fifteen minutes to get to the restaurant. At least, we should. Once I finish my braid, I let it hang down my back and turn around looking up at my boyfriend.

“You’re really gonna wear a tie?” I wonder, looking at the untied light pink tie around his neck.

“Yes! I wanna make a good first impression.” He defends. “You gotta tie it for me though.”

“I think you mean a good ten thousandth impression.” I correct him, knotting his tie for him.

“Oh, whatever.” Bradley retorts. “You look good, by the way.”

“Thanks,” I say, looking down at my outfit, smothering it out.

I’m wearing a strapless white ruched bralet top, a floral Jack Wills Eversley skirt, a light pink front open jacket type thing and a pair of studded T-strap gladiator sandals courtesy of Prada.  Even though I don’t know exactly how much these sandals cost, I know they were expensive. I mean, they’re Prada. My dad bought them for me though for my seventeenth birthday. I honestly think he feels bad about the divorce still, like I can’t stand him or something and that’s just not true. I love my dad. Like, if I could, I’d move in with him. Actually, no I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t like staying that close to water and I’d be too far away from Bradley. And the other boys too, of course.

“You’re welcome,” He says, giving me a light kiss on my lips and grabbing my hand. “Ready to go?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” I reply with a sigh, grabbing my cell phone as we leave Bradley’s house.

When we walk out of the front door, Bradley closes it behind us after letting Poncho out. I guess Poncho misses the Edward’s because now he runs back and forth from my house to Bradley’s. Bradley doesn’t want him in the house alone though, so he opened the door for him to get out. Poncho bolts across the yard to my house, and hops on the porch swing with Jared. Arianna’s up in her room probably asleep with Charlotte. That’s what she’s been doing since she got home from the hospital a few hours ago.  

Bradley and I cross the yard and get into Ben, me in the driver’s seat. This is the first time I’m actually gonna drive Ben on the actual road since getting him and I’m excited about it. We slide on our seatbelts and I start the car, the engine quietly roaring to life. I quickly back out of the driveway and speed down the street, heading towards the main road.

"Now I know why I never let you drive my car.” Bradley jokes, eyeing me from the corner of his eye.

“Why’s that?” I wonder, merging onto the freeway short moments later.

“Because you drive like a mad man. Slow down; we wanna get there alive.” He teases.

“I’m not even going that fast.” I tell him, looking down at the speed odometer. “Anymore.” I add, easing my foot off the gas.

Bradley chuckles then says, “So, what if your dad doesn’t like me?”

“If my dad didn’t like you, he wouldn’t want you to be my friend.” I remind him.

“But what if he doesn’t like me as your boyfriend and wants us to breakup?”

“Well, if that’s what he thinks, fuck him. I wanted him and my mom to stay together and they didn’t.”

"Aw, man, did I just hit a nerve?”

“No,” I defend. “I’m just saying.” I tell him, cruising down the highway.

“Okay,” Bradley says in a sing song voice. “Why are we riding with no music? That’s awkward.”

“I dunno,” I reply, using the button on the steering wheel to turn the radio on. “Man, I love this car.”

“You should,” Bradley tells me with a grin. “Even though it costs a boatload, it’s worth it to see you smile.”

“Have I mentioned how much of a cheese ball you are?”

“All the time,” He retorts. “Have I mentioned how much you love it?”

Sighing, I shake my head, “It’s true; I do love it.” I admit.

He reaches over, grabbing my right hand in his left on, resting them on the console, “I know you do.” He smirks.

Bradley strokes the back of my hand in his and turns the radio up with the dial. And for the rest of the way, we ride in a comfortable silence to my dad’s lake house.

-------

“Is this it?” I ask, pulling into a restaurant.

The original plan was for Bradley and I to go to my dad’s lake house and then we’d all come over here, but on the way, he texted me and asked if we could just meet here because he was already in the area.

“Um, yeah, I think so.” Bradley replies, looking out of the window at the fancy restaurant.

“Oh,” I say, spotting my dad’s black Volvo parked a few spaces away. I know it’s his because he has a stupid stick figure family on the back window, but it’s only the dad. Don’t ask why, because I don’t know.

“Is he in there?” Bradley wonders.

"I can’t really see inside,” I say, trying to spot my dad.

“In that case, stay there.” He commands, getting out of the car and walking around to my side.

“What’re you doing?” I ask through the slightly perched window.

“I’m being a gentleman and opening the door for you.” Bradley explains with a smile.

“You don’t hav--“

"No, but I’m going to anyway.” He says, pulling the door open and reaching in, grabbing my hand.

“You should be an actor when you grow up,” I sarcastically tell him as he closes the door.

"Nope, I think I’m gonna be your little bitch and let you take care of me.”

“Not gonna happen,” I assure him as we walk by my dad’s car. “He’s not even in there.” I whine.

"Well, then I got an excuse to open your door for you since you never let me.”

"Because it’s weird,” I note with a giggle.

“Well, weird is good sometimes.”

“I guess so,” I say as Bradley pulls open the front door to the restaurant for me and we go to the Maitre d’.

“Yes, do you have a reservation?”

"Uh,” I start, looking up at my boyfriend.

"Probably under Jeff Barker?” Bradley says to the petite brunette.

“Oh, Mr. Barker’s already arrived. You must be his two guests. Follow me.”

The lady leads us around a corner and my eyes widen, taking in the complexity of the restaurant. The room is dimly lit, there are black marble circular tables strategically placed around the rooms and draped with white table clothes. There’s a grand piano in the corner and someone’s playing it softly. Next to the piano there’s a harp and an old lady playing on it. She leads us to a table and I see my dad sitting at it, wearing a full suit, like my boyfriend.

"Mr. Barker?” The Maitre d’ says, getting his attention.

“Yes?” He says, still looking at his menu.

"Your guests have arrived.”

My dad looks up and smiles softly at Bradley and me. “Ah, there you two are. Please, sit.”

Bradley goes all outta his way and pulls out my chair for me. He gives me a goofy grin and I giggle before sitting down in the chair. Bradley sits beside me and puts his hands on top of the table. I think that’s his subtle way of letting my dad now that he’s not, you know, touching me or anything.

“Oh, I ordered steak for you guys. Is that okay?”

“Steak's great, thanks dad.” I tell him, smiling.

“So, you gonna introduce us?” He wonders, gesturing to Bradley.

Through clenched teeth, I say, “Dad, this is my boyfriend, Bradley Edwards. Bradley, this is my dad, Jeff Barker.”

“Uh,” Bradley peeps, trying to figure out what to say. “Nice to meet you, sir.”

“You too, Bradley.” My dad says with a warm smile. “So, Sydney says you two have been friends a while.”

“Uh, yeah, yeah we have.” Bradley confirms with a hint of amusement. “Thirteen years.”

“Mhm, I see. And you two think it’s a good idea to get involved in a relationship?”

“Yes daddy,” I intervene. “We like each other.”

“I don’t know how I feel about it. I mean, you two are neighbors, after all.”

“What’s your point?” I wonder as the Maitre d’ brings our food and drinks to the table.

My dad chuckles and clears his throat, “Just that teenagers are sneaky and you’re only feet away from each other.”

“With, uh, with all due respect, Mr. Barker, Sydney’s and adult and I’m almost eighteen.”

“Well, I know that, but she’ll always be my little girl, won’t you Sydney?”

“Yes, dad.” I murmur, taking a long sip of my Dr. Pepper.

“Besides, my other daughter just had a baby, you know.”

"Right, right.” Bradley nods. “Well, Sydney and I aren’t really at that stage of our relationship.”

"Are you implying you will get to that stage?”

“N-no, that’s not what I meant, it--“

“It sounded like that’s what you meant. Do you have condoms?”

The Dr. Pepper goes down the wrong tube and I cough violently as Bradley slaps my back. “Oh my God, Dad.”

“I think I have the right to know.”

“No, dad, you actually don’t. I’m an adult; what I do doesn’t concern you.”

“I’m still waiting on Bradley’s answer.”

Bradley looks up from his steak with a weird expression on his face, “Uh, yeah, I have some, sir.”

My dad raises his eyebrows, “So you are planning on having sex with my daughter.”It’s not even a question, it’s more like a broad statement. I so want to help him, but I don’t know what to say that won’t make it sound like we’re just two sex crazed teens.

“Well, I mean, I wouldn’t say we’re planning on it, but you know, just in case it happens, you get me?”

“Yeah, I get you.” My dad nods. “Well, I have to say, that’s a damn good answer.”

“Could we, um, could we maybe talk about something else?” I ask with an awkward chuckle.

“That’d be awesome,” Bradley says, exhaling deeply.

"Okay, okay, I can take a hint.” My dad says. “I just want you kids to be safe you know?”

“Yeah, dad, we know.” I deadpan.

"So, Bradley. What college are you going to?”

“Uh, you know, actually, I’m not sure yet. Still weighing my options.”

“Mhm, I see. Sydney, what about you?”

“Same,” I tell him, nonchalantly.

“Neither of you know what colleges you’re going to?” My father asks in disbelief.

“It’s a big world, lots of colleges, we’ll find somewhere.”

“Uh huh,” My dad says, eating a piece of his steak. “Any piercings?”

“Does he look like he has any piercings, dad?”

“You kids get pierced everywhere now-a-days.”

“No, no sir, I don’t have an piercings.”

“Tattoos?”

“Just one.”

“One?”

“Mhm.”

“Where is it? If you don’t mind me asking.”

"No, of course not, sir. It’s on my arm.”

“And what is it of?”

“It’s of Sydney’s name, sir.”

“You have my daughter’s name permanently tattooed on your body?”

“Yes I do, sir. I love her, Mr. Barker, I really love your daughter.”

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“I think that was actually the scariest thing I’ve ever done in my life.” Bradley says once we get back to his house. 

“It wasn’t too bad,” I defend, shaking my head.

“Sydney,” Bradley argues as we walk up to his front door, hand in hand. “He told me he’d cut my manhood off and force feed it to me if I ever hurt you. That’s some scary shit, man.” He says, unlocking the front door.

“Well,” I giggle, walking in before him. “I guess you better never hurt me, then huh.”

“Like I said, if anyone hurts anyone in this relationship, you’ll be the one doing the hurting.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Just that you’re way meaner than me.” He notes, suddenly lifting me from the floor.

“Where are we going?” I wonder.

“To my room; you walk too slowly.” Bradley explains, carrying me up the stairs.

The dinner with my father wasn’t too bad, I don’t think, but Bradley disagrees. We stayed at that really fancy restaurant with him for about an hour and a half, discussing my and Bradley’s relationship. My dad has no boundaries what’s so ever, and brought up my and Bradley’s non-existent sex life about four times before the night was done. When Bradley and I get to his room, he gives me one of t-shirts from his drawer then turns around while I get undressed.

“You know I’ve seen you in your underwear before, right?”

“I know, but it’s weird changing in front of you.” I say, laying on his bed on top of the covers.

"I don’t know why you’re so self-conscious.” Bradley says, shaking his head and quickly stripping down to his Batman boxer shorts.

“Because I’m a teenage girl,” I remind him as he lies beside me.

“Yeah, so? You’re perfect.”

“Okay,” I sarcastically remark.

“No, really, I mean it. You’re perfect to me.” Bradley says, kissing me. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bradley.” I quietly tell him as he moves his lips go to my neck.

Bradley’s lips freeze against my neck and he pulls back, looking in my eyes. “You mean that?”

I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Of course. I wouldn’t have said if I didn’t mean it.”

Bradley’s quiet for a minute but then goes back to kissing me. He kisses me with a new urgency; not like the past times we’ve made out, which has been a lot. It doesn’t take long for my- well, his- shirt to go flying over my head, and I’m lying there underneath my boyfriend in just my bra and panties and he’s wearing just his boxers. Minutes later, Bradley’s lip descend, moving from mine to shoulder, then my collarbone. From my collarbone to my chest and from my chest to my stomach and lower still.

“Shit,” He murmurs a while later. 

“W-what?” I ask breathlessly, looking down at him.

"Bradley Junior's waking up.” Bradley sighs, sliding back up beside me, his breath bated.

“I don’t find that very hard to believe,” I retort, climbing on top of him and straddling him.

“What are you trying to say?” He teases.

“That it doesn’t take much to get you excited.” I whisper.

“Not when I’m with you. Like, have you seen yourself?”

“You’re ridiculous.” I playfully tell him, leaning down and kissing him.

I keep our kiss slow and controlled, before copying his motions from earlier and making my way down. I pepper kisses on his chest and sliver my tongue down his chiseled stomach, earning a moan from him. I feel the buldge in his boxers pressing against my stomach as I continue kissing his abs, and eventually, I shakily raise my hand, teasing the waistband of them. 

“Sydney, w-what’re you doing?” Bradley asks, his voice coming out in pants.

“I think you know exactly what I’m doing, Bradley.” I say in a seductive tone, moving my lips further down, tugging on his boxer shorts. 

"Y-y-you don’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I want to.” I assure him.