return. I’m still staring into her magnificent green eyes when my phone rings.
“Hey Dan,” I say , reluctantly answering the call.
“Nick, what you up to mate?”
“Hanging out… you know,” I answer, getting caught off guard. I glance at Em, wondering how much I can actually tell Dan. If I tell him who I’m with, I’m sure he will have a stack of questions.
“I know I said I’d be at your gig tonight but I’m gonna have to take a raincheck, sorry I gotta have an early night. Jo and I have plans to visit some of her relo’s tomorrow. They bloody live out in the middle of woop-woop. We need to be there by lunch and it’s a few hours’ drive.”
“Yeah, no worries. I’ve come to expect that from you. You’re so whipped by that ball and chain of yours,” I joke.
“Yeah , you’re funny! Do you want to grab a bite before your gig tonight?”
Em stands up from the couch and walks to the kitchen. My eyes automatically follow her but I can’t read the expression on her face with the small glimpse she offers me. Maybe we could all go to dinner together? Em would probably get along well with Jo. Would Em go though? Does that cross the whole friends with benefits line? Friends eat, but if we go out as friends, with other people, I probably couldn’t touch her.
“Nick?” Dan gets my attention.
“Raincheck?” I ask. The thought of not touching Em, while out on the town, sounds like pure torture.
“Okay. I’ll catch ya.”
“Bye mate.”
E mma
That was incredible for him. Being with me was incredible for Nick?
The confidence those words incite in me make me feel fantastic and bold. They make me want to ask him for more of what I want, more incredible sex, but then Nick looks at me in a way that catches me off guard. I almost believed I could see love behind those eyes, or at least the potential for it. I know he cares for me, we’re good friends, but I don’t know, for a moment I thought maybe there was more. More than just good friends and great sex.
T hen his phone rang and the moment was gone. Nick joking to his mate Dan about being “whipped” and having a “ball and chain” brought me crashing back to reality. Even if he was sticking around, he doesn’t do relationships.
“Hey , are you okay?” Nick asks from the couch.
“Yeah , fine.” I finish off the last of my beer and grab another from the fridge. “Do you want another?”
“Nah , I’m good,” he replies lifting his still half full bottle. He watches me carefully as I return to the couch and lean back into his waiting arm.
I try to put those silly, useless thoughts , of what could have been, out of my mind and instead put myself back into friend mode.
“So you’re heading t o Greece first and then where?”
B y asking questions about Nick’s travel plans, I can hide from the fact I can already feel my heart breaking at the thought of his imminent departure.
“I’ll probably stay in Greece for about a month, checking out my heritage, meeting long lost relos. Then I was thinking of going to Bulgaria. The city of Sofia is supposed to be nice and it has some really happening clubs that I’d like to check out. Then maybe Italy next, I’ve always wanted to go there…”
He tells me of all the places he is planning to visit and the things he wants to do when he gets there. The idea of visiting places I have heard of but never even dreamed of seeing, makes me jealous. I find it courageous. He talks animatedly and it warms my heart to see him chatting so happily, I can’t help but get excited for him.
We sit like that , on the couch, until the sun goes down, me leaning into Nick and feeling so comfortable there. Nick’s fingers distractedly trace patterns on my bare leg while he talks about his big adventure. Over and over they rotate, gradually higher and higher until my dress is barely covering my bits and I am so turned on I can’t
“Hey Dan,” I say , reluctantly answering the call.
“Nick, what you up to mate?”
“Hanging out… you know,” I answer, getting caught off guard. I glance at Em, wondering how much I can actually tell Dan. If I tell him who I’m with, I’m sure he will have a stack of questions.
“I know I said I’d be at your gig tonight but I’m gonna have to take a raincheck, sorry I gotta have an early night. Jo and I have plans to visit some of her relo’s tomorrow. They bloody live out in the middle of woop-woop. We need to be there by lunch and it’s a few hours’ drive.”
“Yeah, no worries. I’ve come to expect that from you. You’re so whipped by that ball and chain of yours,” I joke.
“Yeah , you’re funny! Do you want to grab a bite before your gig tonight?”
Em stands up from the couch and walks to the kitchen. My eyes automatically follow her but I can’t read the expression on her face with the small glimpse she offers me. Maybe we could all go to dinner together? Em would probably get along well with Jo. Would Em go though? Does that cross the whole friends with benefits line? Friends eat, but if we go out as friends, with other people, I probably couldn’t touch her.
“Nick?” Dan gets my attention.
“Raincheck?” I ask. The thought of not touching Em, while out on the town, sounds like pure torture.
“Okay. I’ll catch ya.”
“Bye mate.”
E mma
That was incredible for him. Being with me was incredible for Nick?
The confidence those words incite in me make me feel fantastic and bold. They make me want to ask him for more of what I want, more incredible sex, but then Nick looks at me in a way that catches me off guard. I almost believed I could see love behind those eyes, or at least the potential for it. I know he cares for me, we’re good friends, but I don’t know, for a moment I thought maybe there was more. More than just good friends and great sex.
T hen his phone rang and the moment was gone. Nick joking to his mate Dan about being “whipped” and having a “ball and chain” brought me crashing back to reality. Even if he was sticking around, he doesn’t do relationships.
“Hey , are you okay?” Nick asks from the couch.
“Yeah , fine.” I finish off the last of my beer and grab another from the fridge. “Do you want another?”
“Nah , I’m good,” he replies lifting his still half full bottle. He watches me carefully as I return to the couch and lean back into his waiting arm.
I try to put those silly, useless thoughts , of what could have been, out of my mind and instead put myself back into friend mode.
“So you’re heading t o Greece first and then where?”
B y asking questions about Nick’s travel plans, I can hide from the fact I can already feel my heart breaking at the thought of his imminent departure.
“I’ll probably stay in Greece for about a month, checking out my heritage, meeting long lost relos. Then I was thinking of going to Bulgaria. The city of Sofia is supposed to be nice and it has some really happening clubs that I’d like to check out. Then maybe Italy next, I’ve always wanted to go there…”
He tells me of all the places he is planning to visit and the things he wants to do when he gets there. The idea of visiting places I have heard of but never even dreamed of seeing, makes me jealous. I find it courageous. He talks animatedly and it warms my heart to see him chatting so happily, I can’t help but get excited for him.
We sit like that , on the couch, until the sun goes down, me leaning into Nick and feeling so comfortable there. Nick’s fingers distractedly trace patterns on my bare leg while he talks about his big adventure. Over and over they rotate, gradually higher and higher until my dress is barely covering my bits and I am so turned on I can’t
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