The Boyfriend Designer - Christopher Harlan Page 0,22
I joke. “But seriously, I’m a little nervous.”
“For what? Shosh, you have one of the fastest growing channels on YouTube. It’s blown up over the last few months. People love you, there’s nothing to be nervous about.”
“But seeing people in person is a different thing. I haven’t really done a lot of interacting with the women who watch my channel.”
“Yet you’ve done your share of interacting with the male trolls in the comments section—interesting.”
“You’re never letting that go, are you?”
“Nope.” she says with a huge smile.
“Stop. Let it go. I swear on my YouTube channel that I’ll stop answering internet trolls. Cross my heart. Alright? Better?”
“Better. But I’ll be checking. I’d better not see your handle in the comments.”
“You won’t, trust me. But I am nervous.”
“Don’t be. You’re a natural with this stuff. You’ll do awesome tomorrow.”
We’ll see, Tori. We’ll see.
Shoshana
“It’s after the Peeing that matters”
Why do I think that I might be just a tad obsessed?
Two reasons.
First, I may have woken up at four a.m. because I was having a dream about Conor.
Here’s what happened in my dream.
Instead of rejecting him and getting my momentary revenge, I agreed to go back to his room for that nightcap. We both knew that we weren’t there for another drink—we’d each had plenty of those. I’m a lightweight, so my almost two glasses of wine went straight to my head, lowering my inhibitions and all those walls I put up to Conor.
He closed the door behind me, and as soon as I turned around to face him his lips were on mine—right where I wanted them to be. He kissed me more passionately than I expected —soft lips and just the right amount of pressure. I slipped my tongue just inside his mouth, and he opened up even wider as I did. Our tongues danced together as I reached down and grabbed the hard bulge that was protruding out from his pants.
That’s when he picked me up.
It happened so quickly that I was taken completely by surprise, and before I knew it I was in his arms, being carried over to the bed. He laid me down on my back, and that’s when his shirt came off and I got to see the real him.
His chest was smooth as silk—his muscles hard and defined, with not an ounce of body fat on him. He was wearing his pants low so that I could see the perfect V-cut that pointed down towards what I really wanted to see.
“Do you want me to keep going?” he asked.
And I didn’t hesitate to tell him exactly what I wanted. “Of course I do,” I told him. “I want you to take control of me, Conor. All of me.”
And then, just as Dream Conor reached for his belt to take off his dream pants, I woke up. Of course I did, that’s just my luck.
Let’s call the dream ‘evidence of obsession #1’ on my list.
Evidence of obsession #2 two came in what I did after I woke up. Well, I peed, obviously, but I can safely say that had nothing to do with Conor. I don’t think it did anyhow—I’m not that much of a freak. Although there was that one time…nevermind.
But it’s after the peeing that matters here.
That’s when, at four o’five in the morning, with Tori asleep next to me, I put in my headphones and started going through Conor’s videos—like, all of them. By the time Tori wakes up my eyes are red from staring at the screen for so long.
Don’t get me wrong, I hate all the content—it’s a bunch of total bullshit, but that’s not why I’m watching. I’m watching for him. There’s something about him that gives me feelings in all the right places, and it’s hard to fight with Tori about her feelings on this when I’ve been up for three hours staring at dumb videos with titles like “Wax or Shave—what’s best for your balls?”
Tori clears her eyes and looks over at me with sleepy face. That’s the expression you’re supposed to have at this hour, not the ‘what took you so long to wake up’ face that I’m giving her. “You’re up already?” she asks.
“You could say that, yeah.”
“You look awake-awake, like you’re on your third cup of coffee.”
“I’m on about my thirty-seventh video, is that the same thing?” I conveniently don’t mention which videos I was watching.
“Not at all. You couldn’t sleep? You have a big day today.”