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BLACKEST FRIDAY

8:00 AM

"Wake up. Em, wake up."

I roll over and my palms find Brooks's bare chest next to me. His smile extra playful.

"Morning," I say.

"Morning. You always look incredible in my T-shirt," he says, squeezing my butt.

"You always have incredible T-shirts," I smirk.

Brooks leans in to kiss me. I feel his hand slide under the shirt on my butt and travel to my front. "You know, I do have a few minutes."

"Brooks!" I squeal.

He kisses me hard on the lips. How's he taste so good in the morning? Like he always does. My hair stands on edge when he grabs it at the base of my neck. He pulls my one leg up over his abs. I can feel my breath get heavier, harder to catch. Gliding his hand down my thigh, he stops between my legs. I can feel his lips smile beneath mine.

"Em," he says. "Always ready for me."

I moan as his fingers slide in. My hips move into his body, trying to get more. His lips kiss me even harder as both his hands tighten on my body. In a swift motion he's rolling me under him and kissing his way down my stomach.

There's really nothing quite like it. Feeling his hands on me, in me, as his mouth plants wet kisses over me. My hips try their best to rise from the bed in anticipation, but Brooks's hands hold me in place. My hands find his shaggy hair and I grip my nails into his scalp.

"Brooks," I whine, biting my lip.

He gives in. Brooks slides his fingers down again and slides them in as his mouth closes over top of me. He moves his head forward and back and his hands in and out. Then he switches. And his thumb rubs over me, harder, as his tongue goes deeper. My hands tighten, making small fistfulls of his hair.

What a way to wake up.

"Fuck," I breathe, panting heavily.

"You're welcome." He climbs back up the bed next to me and plops down on the pillow.

I laugh, nudging his shoulder with my face. "I didn't say thank you."

"You can, the next time we hang out," Brooks smirks. "You can return the favor."

"Are you volunteering me?" I raise my eyebrow.

"Sure am. And believe me, I will collect," he says, narrowing his eyes.

We only get five more minutes of morning peace before the Leave begins –the Leave I've been dreading since I saw him next to the palm tree at Go Zen. The last two days felt almost normal, like the beginning of a routine. My loft will feel empty without him.

At least Thanksgiving was late this year. Means Christmas is less than one month away.

"Do you have to go so early?" I whine between sips of my coffee.

"Unfortunately, yes." Brooks sips from his own mug. He's running around my studio picking up articles of clothing.

"Why do you have to go, even?" I pout like a six-year-old girl who doesn't want to get dressed for school.

"Just a small reason called... it's my company, my job." Brooks laughs at my eye roll.

"Oh, big deal." I roll over on my stomach. "Like people would notice if you didn't show up."

"That," Brooks says, turning to face me, "is extremely rude."

"You're extremely rude for leaving."

"Just doing my duty. Have to keep you wanting more," Brooks teases.

"I bet you say that to all the girls," I smirk.

"Just the ones I like."

What a simple word: Like. Like, he like likes me. You hate yourself for understanding that sentence don't you?

I should be more perturbed by this entire scenario right now. Him openly saying he likes me right down to me whining that he has to leave. Not the mention the fact that I agreed to save myself for Christmas.  Like, who does that?

"Do you have time for breakfast? Coffee?" I ask.

"You're literally drinking coffee." Brooks laughs at me, pulling on his sweatshirt.

"I know, so?" I smirk.

"So. You stay here. Warm and cozy and I'll be wishing I was back here with you," Brooks says.

Damn.

"You could just... stay with me," I smile over my cup.

"Stop being a terrible influence. I have to work," Brooks says.

"You like, never work."

"Exactly. After this weekend I will be free for a while. Any plans next weekend?"

"Um," I think about it. Chill. "Yup."

"Well, Christmas is less than a month away. I'll see you in no time." Brooks zips his duffle and drops it by the door. He crosses the only counter in my fake kitchen and leans down to my face.

Brooks puts his hand on my neck and rests his thumb on my cheek the way he always does. My heart picks up a little the way he looks at me. I'm thinking of my dress on the floor of his hotel room. His chest against mine in a slightly crushing manner. Thinking of how badly I want him right now.

My lips are warm from his breath, but he won't kiss me. It's too much of a goodbye. And we don't do goodbyes.

"Better get outta here while you can." I smirk.

"I better," he nods.

I do Black Friday things:

Coffee run

Window shopping

Lunch with Zoë

Actual shopping

I brave the downtown boutiques long enough to find a killer dress I'll wear for the benefit. I'm already imagining Brooks's face when he sees me in it. I also find adorable heels and several sweaters. All about the sweater weather. I help Zoë pick out a new duvet cover and matching throw pillows.

In between the shopping and the coffee, I spend my time missing Brooks. I spend my time thinking about him. He's almost everywhere I look. I see him in every guy I pass that's my age with dark hair –every man wearing gym/workout clothes.

I also see Christmas. Decorations are everywhere. They've taken over. It's a reminder that while people apparently don't understand premature holiday spirit, Christmas is only one month away. In less than a month actually, I'll be east coast bound once again.