Sugar and Spice
“Paaatrick!” Bree called out as she knocked on Patrick’s bedroom door then
entered the room without getting an okay from her cousin.
“Bree!” Patrick yelled as he quickly straightened himself out. “You’re supposed
to wait until I say come in,” he admonished the strawberry blond girl.
Bree’s eyes grew large then lowered in shame as she apologized. “Sorry,” Bree
said contritely. “What ya doing?”
“Nothing, just, um, studying,” Patrick mumbled softly. He wasn’t really angry at
Bree, just startled by her walking in practically unannounced.
“Okay,” Bree replied brightly, bestowing her sunniest smile on her best friend
in the whole world. “Can I study with you?” Briana asked innocently. She had a
book in her hand.
“Sure,” Patrick sighed as he scooted over to make room on his bed. Bree plopped
down next to Patrick to settle in close. The two began to read their books
quietly.
“What’s that smell?” Patrick asked after a while. He had his nose pointed in the
air. Then he leaned closer to Bree and took a good whiff of her neck. “What is
that stuff?”
“Do you like it?” Bree asked coyly as she batted her violet blue eyes at
Patrick.
“Yeah, I think so,” Patrick answered. The odor was pleasant, subtle and slightly
spicy. The boy knew he had smelled it before but couldn’t remember where. He
took another sniff at Bree’s neck.
“Tickles,” Bree giggled as Patrick buried his nose in her soft creamy skin.
“Stop it, you’re making me laugh!” Bree exclaimed giving Patrick license to
tickle her more. Eventually, Bree pushed him back to his side of the bed and
they resumed reading.
“Where’d it come from?” Patrick asked as he was finishing the last chapter of
his assignment.
“My Dada. He always smells real good.”
“Bree, you didn’t take his cologne without asking, did you?”
“Nooo, I would never do that,” Bree said innocently. “I asked Daddy and he put a
little on me. Daddy says he loves the way Dada smells.”
Patrick had to agree. Uncle Brian always smelled nice even in the middle of
summer when they would all gar-gar.
“Daddy said Dada wouldn’t mind if I put on just a little bit. Daddy said I
smelled nice too.”
Patrick nodded in agreement. Mixed with Bree’s own fresh clean scent, the
cologne just added a little spice.
“Sleepy, Patrick,” Bree murmured with a yawn, her book slipping from her fingers
as she snuggled closer to Patrick.
Gently, Patrick removed the book to set it beside his own on his bedside table.
Carefully reaching down, Patrick slowly drew up his blanket to cover Bree. The
petite girl was always cold; he was always warm.
Patrick heard Bree sigh in her sleep, a contented smile graced her face.
“Some day, Bree, some day,” Patrick whispered as he caressed the pale skin on
Bree’s cheek. “Some day I won’t have to hide what I’m doing,” Patrick murmured,
shifting slightly to accommodate the slight bulge in his pants.
Patrick sighed then shook his head. He was sixteen, Bree thirteen. He had to be
patient; he still had a few more years to wait.
Patrick closed his eyes, the soft spicy scent filling his nose and his heart.
He could wait.
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What are little boys made of, made of?
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy-dogs’ tails,
That’s what little boys are made of.
What are little girls made of, made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice, and everything nice,
That’s what little girls are made of.
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