Reflection 2:Better Together

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Lauren and the girls arrived home later in the night only to find me curled up with Anthony.
Because I was such a light sleeper, I heard their heels clacking and their hushed whispers and roused myself a bit, but pretended to sleep.
"Shit, they look so cute..." Lauren said quietly, running her hand over my head. She moved a piece of hair behind my ear and I shivered at her touch.
"Just let them sleep," Normani said, "Lauren you can take the bed in here and we will take the other room, cool?"
The Latina agreed and the sound of 4 pairs of feet exited the room. I heard the springs of the bed next to us creak as Lauren no doubt crawled inside of it. I wanted to go to her, snuggle her, smell her fruity conditioner. But I couldn't. Not after the guilt that came with speaking to Justin. He had his own issues, and spending time with Lauren made me see those flaws. Why was I with Justin? Why not? I was at war with myself. Stop it, no. Don't fight yourself.
I couldn't allow me to tear myself apart. I forced my thoughts away, forced them onto something else, until I drifted off to sleep.

I woke the next morning to the sound of giggling and the ending of a conversation between Lauren and no doubt, Charlie.

"I love you, too, babe. Yes, I promise... I'll call you tonight. Byee." I rolled my eyes before getting up, pushing my hair out my face.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty, how did you sleep?"
I smiled, "Hmm, okay. Where's Anthony?"
"The girls took him to the continental breakfast and the pool. He's a lot better, thank you."
I nodded, rubbing sleep from my eyes. I was never a 'full on chat' in the morning person. Always simple answers.
"I should really find a way to thank you." Lauren cooed. I felt the bed dip and I looked up to see the her face directly in front of me.
"Hi," she whispered.
"Hey," I grinned leaning forward so that our lips were just barely ghosting each other.
"Thank you," she whispered, "for taking care of my baby. Now I'm going to take care of my baby..."
She captured my lips in hers, one of her hands finding my side while mine wrapped around her neck. After a few minutes of our lips softly massaging each other, I leaned back, pulling her atop of me. Just the weight of our bodies was driving me crazy, my heart was beating erratically and even though the kisses were soft and light, I felt as if I was on cloud nine. She was wearing a large tee shirt and undergarments while I was fully clothed.
She trailed her hands down my stomach, causing me to squirm and tugged my shirt over my head before leaning down to kiss me once again. I mirrored her previous actions and sat up, moving her legs so they were around my waist, our heaving chests pressed together. The sensation of warm skin against skin snapped us into overdrive- suddenly there were hands wandering, squeezing, scratching, desperately searching for what we'd both already known of each other. It was our first time in years, yet every inch of skin was still familiar and we lavished the connection. The heated encounter lasted only a few minutes, as both of us knew how to drive each other over the edge.
I was the first to pull away after I reached my euphoric high, moving to the other side of the bed.
"Paigey, come here."
"You like him, don't you?" I looked at her out of the side of my eye to judge her facial expression.

"No, I don't."

"You don't have to lie to me, he is... well, no, he's not even cute but. Maybe he's your type." I got out of the bed and stretched, gathering my clothes.

"I don't have a type." She, too rose, realizing I didn't have cuddling in mind. It was completely mindless, or so I wanted her to believe.

"You do when it comes to my kind," I quip, referring to the female populous, "But you date ugly guys."

She laughs, "Okay."

I rolled my eyes, she was quite literally the queen of ending conversations that needed to be had. I knew for a fact she was afraid of confrontation, but it was beyond annoying, however now was not the time. I chose to ignore it.