Brooke snitch, before he grabbed my hair to try to sink me. I let out a laugh and she gets rid of me, standing up. With an evil laugh, Brooke jumps over me trying to drown me again, but I grab her legs and make her fall on her back. As Brooke tries to recover, quickly, as I come out of the water, but Brooke jumps on my back, laughing and makes me fall. Since we're already on the edge, I fall on my back. Laughing, Brooke tries to run, but her foot slips and she falls lying on my chest. We were laughing for a while, lying on the sand, next to the break of the waves. I stop laughing when my eyes stare at hers. Brooke holds his breath when I take my hand to his face.
- You're beautiful! - I whisper, without taking my eyes off your lips between openings.
Brooke seems hypnotized. Without being able to control myself or think of anything, slowly, I move my face closer to hers. When I'm about to kiss Brooke, we hear the scream of Jace, which breaks the magic of the moment. Brooke's blinking pyrethroea. We looked around and suddenly everyone was in the water, jumping and screaming, throwing water at each other. I don't know how long it's been since we left. Along the way, I think of the almost kiss and look at the sleeping blonde next to me on the hitchhiker's seat. She sighs, clearly tired. Afraid she'll be alone because she's drunk, I decide to take her to my apartment.
As soon as I'm asleep, the day's starting to dawn. Although I hardly slept, I got up early as usual and went to the gym inside my apartment to train some blows. I fought Aikido, Boxing and Krav Maga. There would be a fight that night and I wanted to be ready to face anyone who would challenge me. I finish my exercise section and leave the gym. She intended to prepare a breakfast for when Brooke got up, since she would need strength, after all the beers she drank the day before.
When we arrived at the building where I live, Brooke came up laughing and playing with all the employees, who loved her good humor, even though she was drunk. Aron was throwing a party, and even though he didn't know who the apartment across the street was, Brooke stopped at the door and started dancing in a very strange and funny way, to the sound of the loud music that came inside, while I opened the door of mine. At that very moment, Aron went out to answer his cell phone, bumping into Brooke in the hallway while I laughed, trying to follow his movements. Aron tried to make a scene, but Brooke laughed ironically, ignoring him and we started dancing again. When we got in, I drove her to the bathroom so she could shower while I was outside in case Brooke lost his balance and crashed. I lent her a pair of shorts and a shirt. When she fell asleep in the bed in the guest room, I took her clothes to the laundry and put them in the washing machine and dryer.
After a long bath, I go to the well-equipped kitchen and with built-in wooden cabinets. I've always cooked for myself and rarely ate on the street. The kitchen was in the left corner of the entrance. She had a diagonal balcony facing the living room and another outside balcony on the balcony, which was extensive and facing Central Park. There was a wooden deck with a heated pool and a bar with a barbecue. On the right side of the entrance was the gym and in the center, the environment was divided into a living room, with a set of sofas in L, a gas fireplace and a plasma TV. In one corner, there was a dining table for six people. The entire underside of the roof was glazed. On the second floor there were two suites, one at each end of the floor, mine being the largest of the roof. Both with a small balcony.
I hear a noise coming from the top of the staircase that was in front of the kitchen area and I look up apprehensively. Brooke would come down slowly with a confused face and his hands on his head. She had all her hair shaggy and she was making a face of pain.
- Good morning! - I'm screaming at Brooke to scare him.
- Wow, Ryder! - she says, putting one of her delicate hands on her chest and suddenly stopping. - Do you need to make so much noise?
I let out a laugh, but I run to her when I notice Brooke's still dizzy. So she doesn't fall off, I take her in my arms and carry her to one of the stools.
- How are you feeling? - I ask by taking Brooke's hands off his temples and replacing them with mine. - Raise your head!
I ask, making Brooke sigh by closing his eyes, when I start a gentle massage with the tip of my thumbs.
- Like a truck hit me on Broadway.
- That bad?
- Um, um!
I'll drop a laugh.
- Is it always like this? - she asks, making a face and keeping her eyes closed.
It was the first time she'd had a porre, so she didn't know how it felt to have a hangover.
- It gets better with time. - I respond to laughter.
Brooke opens his eyes, laughing out loud and shaking his head. She holds my wrist away from my
