the cabin, still holding me.
“Where do I go?”
“Anywhere you want. Table, chair, dishwasher, I’m up for it all.”
“For all of it? That might take me a while.”
I snicker as he carries me into the bedroom and tosses me on the bed. “This is Orin’s bed, this feels weird. Orin would snuggle up with us and—”
He picks me up and carries me into the next room where he tosses me on that bed.
“Eh… this is Aria’s bed. Like will I think of her while you’re boning me?” I ask.
“Oh my god. I should have fucked you over the fire! At least you’d have had a reason to complain!” he says as he picks me up with my body upside down. “Where? Quick! Where do I take you?”
“Somewhere where my blood isn’t rushing to my head!” I cry as he finally rights me.
He carries me into the kitchen and opens the fridge. “Does this work or does this also have childhood memories?”
“This is where we’d gather around and forlornly look inside while wishing there was food in it!” I say.
“Fuck!” He rushes over to the table and flops me onto it. “What about here?”
“We’d play board games and laugh, and I’ll be shouting Yahtzee on accident instead of your name in the throes of ecstasy!”
“Dammit!” he cries as he scoops me up again and carries me into the bathroom before dumping me into the tub. “Please tell me this works!”
“This is where I would bathe my naked baby sister!”
“I give up. I just… I give up,” Marcus says as I start laughing. It feels so good to just let loose, be stupid, and laugh.
“What if you carry me to my bed?”
“But then will you think about your childhood self and freak out?”
“I might,” I tease.
I hold my arm out to him but he just shakes his head.
“I can’t… I’ve been too traumatized.”
I stand up and leap onto his back. “Carry me to the bed for sexy times!” I order.
“I’m too traumatized!”
“You are not! Now go! Go, pony, go!”
“I’m not your pony. Does this face look like a pony to you?”
I hang on with my arm as I scrutinize him. “You’re right. Your ears are much more like a donkey’s and your attitude is like a mule.”
“I regret all of this. I try so fucking hard to be sexy for you. I try to show off my sexiness and every single time you just drive it back with that ridiculously happy look on your face.”
“Are you saying you’re not fond of my happy face?” I ask as I jab him in the face with my finger. “Do you like my sad face better?”
“No,” he says as he goes into my room and turns around so I can drop off. Instead, I continue to cling on. “I like your ‘Oh my god, you’re so damn perfect’ look better.”
“Huh. And… can you describe that look to me?” I ask.
“No, I can’t because you refuse to wear it. Now get off me so I can do sexy things to you.”
“Oh, fine.” I drop off his back, onto the bed, bouncing once before turning to him. “Oh no.”
“Don’t do it.”
“The bed placement reminds me of—”
Marcus lifts the bed into the air with me on it, startling me. “Where do you want it?”
“Roof! Roof!”
He carries it across the room and sets it down before picking me up and stuffing me out the door. Then he shuts the door as I listen to the bed scrape across the floor. When I try the door, it only opens a few inches, revealing the bed blocking it with an extremely naked Marcus on it. He had to have whipped his clothes off at cheetah speeds.
“Hey, sexy,” I say as I try to squeeze my fingers through the door to reach for him. “Marcus… Marcus.”
“What’s that? I feel like I hear a squeaky little mouse. Does… Does anyone else hear it? No? Then I suppose I will continue being naked on this bed filled with childhood hopes and dreams.”
“Pervert,” I whisper.
He poses which is stupidly sexy with his head on his hand. Then the way he looks at me makes me realize that I want in there but the door between us seems to be a problem.
“Marcus, I need you to move the bed.”
“Who? Oh? Me? I fear I can’t. You’ve made my life too difficult to do anything. But I’ll love you from afar. I promise.”
I push as hard as I can against the door, but it does nothing and I’m