Sweet Treat 12

Bridget couldn’t move when Nick had pushed her down. She now was laying down on her back with just a bra on and Nick without a shirt.

Nick was halfway on her. His hands each beside her head, his face so close to hers. “Bridget.” he whispered.

Bridget sucked in air. “Nick?” she croaked out. Suddenly, Nick cursed and got off her as quickly as he can. He sat on the edge of the bed his elbows on his knees and his head buried in his hands.

“Nick?” she questioned again. She rose on her elbows and watched him. “I didn’t mean to smell your shirt…”

Nick burst out laughing and looked at her with a smile. “It wasn’t about the shirt.” he sighed and sat closer to her so her arm touched his chest. “I didn’t mean to be all over you like that. I apologize.”

“Apologize?” She asked and when he nodded. She smiled and kissed his cheek. “It’s okay. Can you hand me that shirt now, please?”

Nick scooped up the shirt from the floor and asked her to raise her arms. With hesitation, she did and he slipped the t-shirt on her.

His knuckles grazed her breast and he felt a tug on his groin. With a curse he backed away and slipped on his shirt.

Bridget went to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. The shirt was big on her and the sleeves went below her elbows. Her mascara and eyeliner were smeared, her lip gloss barely visible. Her hair was in stringy pieces because it was wet and she looked horrible.

Nick was standing behind her, leaning against the door. “You look so pretty.” he said in a hushed tone. Bridget turned around to face him and then without warning, wrapped her arms around him.

“Thank you.” she said and kissed his chest.

“For the compliment or the shirt?” he asked and kissed the top of her head. Then her forehead then he lifted her face up to him.

“Both?” she said and he kissed her. Lingering on her lips first before slipping out his tongue and tracing the outline of her lips. Her mouth opened and the tip of her tongue met his.

They parted and Nick smiled. “And, I, thank you, too.”

“For what?”

“For the sweetest kiss ever received.” Nick said and kissed her again.


A few minuets later, Bridget was sitting on the kitchen counter and Nick was between her open legs, feeding her a piece of Hershey’s when Nick’s father came in.

“Hey, Dad.” Nick said.

“Hey, Mr. Dowell.” Bridget followed.

“Hello. Nick, two feet please.” Mr. Dowell said and Nick groaned but step away from Bridget at least to feet then kissed her neck. She smiled and pushed him away.

“Not in front of your dad.” She hissed but of course, she was smiling.

“Yes, Nicholas. Not in front of the father.” Mr. Dowell smiled and grabbed a piece of chocolate and popped it in his mouth. “Well, not in private either. Definitely not in private. Only with parental supervision.”

Nick groaned and took Bridget’s hand and pulled her off the counter and walked towards the front door.

“We’re going to Sweet Treat!” Nick bellowed as a greeting of goodbye.

“Wait! Nick!” His dad followed them and Nick and Bridget stopped in their tracks. “Do you remember Rose?” His dad asked him.

(ROSE: Shout out for one of my favorite stories: ‘I Wonder’ by Hick chick. Congrats on a wonderful story!)