I Have Your Back

I glanced up at Claude as we watched the random movie that Danny was watching, but he fell asleep. The whole day we hung out. We played street hockey with Caelan, Carson, and Cameron then I made lunch. It was just pasta with Alfredo sauce. Simple. After that, Danny took them to their mom's house for the weekend. When Danny came back, we went to Max Talbot's pool. I'm pretty sure Claude saw my ass... not like that I care. And now... I'm here. Cuddling. With Claude.

Claude's arm tightened around my body. Panic began filling my body, but then I realized friends cuddle all the time. Jen and I cuddle all the time, but we’ve been friends since grade school. Danny and I cuddle all the time too… but I met him when I moved to Canada. But Claude and I? We’ve been flirting… nonstop. And we just met. I pushed the thought out of my head and tried to enjoy the feeling of two strong arms wrapped around me.

Tiredness began seeping through my body. I don’t want to fall asleep in his arms though. Okay… part of me did. I let my eyes flutter close and I moved my head slightly on Claude’s chest. I felt myself drifting in and out of consciousness as I felt his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back.

“De beaux rêves ma chère,” a sigh left my lips as I felt lips press against my hair.

***

I saw the sunlight streaming through the curtains. I felt the weight of two strong arms around me. I moved my head slightly and looked over my shoulder. Someone covered us. It was most likely Danny.

“Bailey?” I jumped, and Claude’s arms tightened around me, “are you hungry?” Danny’s voice was close.

“Yeah,” I spoke rubbing Claude’s arm so he was lighten his grip on me.

“Wanna go to a diner?” YES. Excitement shot through me.

“I’ll be ready in 5,” I exclaimed. I quickly kissed Claude’s cheek and, somehow, got out of his grip. I covered him with the cover that was covering us before. He looked so cute. Whoa… I pushed that out of my thoughts as I ran up to my room. I through my hair up in ponytail and quickly changed my clothes to yoga shorts and teal v-neck. I slipped on my favorite pair of flip flops and ran into the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I got to the stairs, I saw Danny standing there looking at his watch.

“7 minutes,” he grinned, “impressive.” I blushed and giggled as I walked down to the door. He opened it, and we walked out. We made small talk as we got in the car. I began flipping through the radio until I found the country station and I heard “Drunk On You” by Luke Bryan.

“This is my favorite song,” I commented to Danny as he laughed.

***

I walked back into the house laughing about something that Danny said. Claude was standing on top of the steps holding the laundry basket in his hands. His eyes stared at me as he set the basket down and pulled my favorite thong out of it. It was a v-string, or that’s what Victoria Secret’s called it. It was all lace, and it was black. I couldn’t read the emotion on his face, as my cheeks began to tint with pink. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice.

“What?” I pretended I didn’t care, nor was I embarrassed, “can’t a girl have sexy underwear?” I asked almost innocently as I walked up the stairs. As I walked past Claude to my room, I felt his eyes glued to the back of me. As I opened my bedroom door, I glanced back at him and shot him a smile. I shut my bedroom door and walked over to the iPod dock and pressed play. “Country Girl” by Luke Bryan began blasting through the speakers. I kicked off my flip flops, and began dancing around my room.

“Get up on the hood of my daddy's tractor. Up on the toolbox, it don't matter. Down on the tailgate, girl, I can't wait to watch you do your thing. Shake it for the young bucks sitting in the honky-tonks, for the rednecks rocking 'til the break of dawn. The DJ spinning that country song; come on, come on, come on. Shake it for the birds, shake it for the bees, shake it for the catfish swimming down deep in the creek. For the crickets and the critters, and the squirrels; shake it to the moon, shake it for me girl.” My hips swung to the beat of the song. I began singing along as I heard a knock on my door. I shimmied my way over and opened it. Claude was there with a basket full of my laundry; neat and folded. I was still shaking my butt as I took the basket from him and set it on my floor. I heard him say something, but I didn’t know what it was.

“Excuse me?” I asked as I stopped dancing. The song had stopped, as the play list ended.

“I said you shouldn’t dance like that,” Claude spoke. I quirked my eye brow at him, “you look too sexy for your own good when you do.”