Christmas & Chill: Trey and Renée
something cute, fun, and SHORT. lol
Merry Christmas.
Trey
Once again, moms looked out for me. While walking into my best friend’s apartment building, I took another bite of the chocolate chip cookies my mom overnighted to me. She and her new husband, Russell, decided they wanted to have a second honeymoon in Aspen and left my ass in Maryland to fend for myself. Visiting my father wasn’t an option. We barely liked each other. When I turned eighteen, he relinquished himself of all of his fatherly duties.
Luckily, I could count on my best friend, Renée, to keep me company. It was Christmas Eve and she planned a movie night for us so we wouldn’t be alone. And tomorrow, we would have brunch and open gifts. Then, we’d watch more movies. I tucked my box of cookies under my arm before knocking on the door. With a smile, she opened the door.
“‘Bout time, ” she said, playfully rolling her eyes.
“I had to go to the post office, and you know it’s busy as fuck on Christmas Eve.”
Her hand was on her hip and neck rolled, as she replied, “Did you call me and say that? No. Christmas and chill was supposed to start an hour ago, Tremaine.”
I chuckled. “You’re really making this a thing, huh?”
A scowl covered her face, and I couldn’t help but laugh. Everything she did was funny to me. Ren was one of the sweetest beings I’d ever met in life. She embodied selflessness and unconditional love. That was why we were so tight, she always had my back and I had hers. Since I moved to Maryland three years ago, she’d been my sanity and my rock. Our meeting was by pure happenstance, and I didn’t take our friendship for granted.
“I’m not joking, you jerk.” She pushed my shoulder and continued scowling.
I ran my finger along her jaw, her mocha colored skin flushed, and eyes fluttered. “You know you can’t stay mad at me for too long, Ren.”
Brushing past her, I placed the box of cookies on her dining room table before sitting down on her couch. She followed behind me and eventually sat beside me.
“I’m not mad. Just disappointed in you disregarding our plans”
Rarely was I ever on time. Punctuality wasn’t one of my strong suits, and it was why she loved me.
“Well, I’m here now.” I shrugged out of my coat and laid it across the arm of the couch. She eyed me for a moment, then disappeared into the kitchen. “Did you make the chili?” I yelled from the couch. H
Her birthday was a week ago, and she’d been hinting at wanting an instant-pot. Being the amazing best friend I am, I copped it for her. She’d used it every single day.
“Of course,” she shouted back. A few moments later, she returned with two mugs. My gaze skirted over her. Renée loved walking around her house in tiny ass shorts that looked like underwear and a sweatshirt. My sweatshirt at that. The combination made no sense to me.
She handed me a mug. “I made spiced apple cider.”
After taking a sip, I nodded. “It’s cool.”
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. We’re starting off Christmas and Chill with Home Alone 2.”
“I was hoping we’d start off with food.”
“Trey,” she drawled. “The chili isn’t ready yet.”
Shaking my head, I grabbed the remote and searched for “Home Alone 2.”
She looked at me with a sheepish grin and sipped her cider.
“He called today,” she mumbled. The opening credits hadn’t even started and I’d already paused the movie. “I didn’t answer. You should be proud of me.”
“I’ll be proud when you block his ass,” I groused.
“Trey.”
Glaring at her, I replied, “Renée. He’s trash and doesn’t deserve access to you, in any capacity.”
“Whatever, Trey,” she said before storming back into the kitchen.
She returned with a bottle of whiskey and poured a healthy amount into her cider. After taking a sip, she winced then took another healthy gulp. I watched her for a moment, a small smile resting on my lips. Renée was putting up a front. She missed him, but knew not to say anything to me about it.
God, I hated her ex. They broke up a month ago, and he was still trying to press his luck and get her back. If he hadn’t been successful in the past, I wouldn’t have been so annoyed about him calling her. And the fact that he could still call her whenever pissed me off. For years, he toyed with my friend’s heart and I was the one who wiped her tears and reminded her she deserved better than him.
We watched the first hour of the movie in silence. Renée left a few times to make cornbread to go with the chili and to get more cider. I started to feel bad for being so hard on Renée. Pausing the movie, I went into the kitchen. Renée was leaning against the counter with her phone in her hand. Her gaze met mine and my heart dropped at the sadness in her eyes.
She offered me a weak smile. “I know, I know. I deserve better, I can do better, I’m the shit. I know all of that. But the shit still hurts.”
“My bad for being so hard on you,” I said, reaching for her arm. Pulling her into a hug, I continued, “I just don’t want him to continue to take advantage of you.”
Sniffling, she hugged me tighter. “He won’t. I’m done this time. We didn’t work when he was a few miles away. There’s no way we would work with him across the country.”
Recently, he’d gotten a promotion that required him to move to Nevada. Renée didn’t want to move, and he was hellbent on not having a long distance relationship. That argument and other unresolved issues led to them breaking up. She looked up at me, and I wiped the tears from her cheeks.
“I blocked him on everything and deleted his number.”
“Now, I’m proud of you,” I teased with a smirk.
She pushed me on the chest, then pressed her cheek against me. “Thank you for being by my side through it all. I’m so blessed to have a friend like you, Trey.”
Rubbing her back, I laid my cheek atop her head. “I’ll always be here for you. Ride or die, right?”
“Right,” she said, peering at me with a smile.
I kissed her forehead, then hugged her tighter before letting her check on the chili.
“I appreciate you coming to spend Christmas with me. I was having a ‘what do the lonely do at Christmas’ moment earlier.”
I chuckled. “You’re not lonely or alone, so stop.”
My gaze raked over her as she continued to stir the chili. Renée always had a nice body. Her thick, toned thighs were drool-worthy and my favorite part of her. We spent countless days in the gym.
Turning to me, she pointed the spoon to my lips. “Wanna taste?”
With a smirk, I replied, “Of course.”
She smiled as I chewed her delicious chili. I nodded, pleased with how well it tasted.
“You did your thing,” I said. “Let me get some more.” I placed my arms on both sides of her and rested my chin on her shoulder.
“Try it with the cornbread,” she said, reaching for a slice from the pan beside us. After dipping a piece of cornbread into the pot, she reached over her shoulder for me to take a bite. I moaned and nodded.
“Yeah, you’re a beast with this cooking shit.”
“I know.”
Without thinking, I dropped a kiss on her neck, making her freeze. Turning to me, her mocha orbs widened and her lips parted. My heart raced as I contemplated my next move. I’d be a fool if I didn’t take the opportunity to kiss her. For years, I’d suppressed the feelings I had for Renée. We always joked about marrying each other if we didn’t find the one by thirty. She just turned twenty-eight and I was a few months from thirty. That joke was looking more like our reality.
She tilted her head back, positioning her lips right at mine. There was a glint of curiosity in her eyes. The same curiosity I had about exploring another side of our relationship. I leaned down and captured her lips with mine. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she drew me closer. Her lips were warm and tasted like cinnamon and whiskey. We tilted our head at the same time, innately in tune with one another, like always. Our tongues caressed one another as we continued to get acquainted with each other.
Kissing Renée was everything I imagined and more. My hands moved from her waist to her butt, gently squeezing it, causing a smile to cover her lips. She raked her fingers down the nape of my neck, as soft whimpers came from her. It was a relief to know she wanted this as bad as I did. Years of fighting to stay in my lane as a friend was becoming torturous.
“Trey,” she whispered, burying her face in my chest. Her hands fell from around my neck and suddenly regret washed over me. “What are we doing?”
Using my index finger, I raise her chin. “Something we always wanted to do.”
She smiled, then pressed on her toes, kissing me again. “Yeah, you’re right.”
Merry Christmas to me.
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