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Authors: Mayra Statham, Nicole Louise
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I think she was finally realizing that all Nick and I were were friends thankfully.
“Oh God Em! You know that isn’t true! Nick is a serial dater. Trust me we would never have worked. Plus we are like family.”
“Come on. All those nights he stayed over? Nothing ever happened?” she asks and I laugh, but make it a point not to answer. Something had happened one night over a year ago. But it was so minor, so slight and so completely awkward that Nick and I promised never to speak about it to anyone.
“Oh Emmi I better go” I say and immediately freeze where I am standing in my bathroom when I hear the doorbell. My heart pounding furiously in my chest, “I’ll call you later. I think he’s here.” I say sounding serious.
“It will be okay. Just breathe and be yourself, okay?” Thankfully she had dropped the whole Nick thing.
“Okay. Love you Em.”
“Love you Rin.” We hang up and I look at myself in the mirror one last time before heading down the stairs towards the door.
I reach the bottom of the stairs of my two story home and am slightly amused at the sight of my three kids standing at the door staring up at Mike.The kids looking up at him reminded me of how deliciously tall he was and I try to shake the damn thoughts out of my head.
“Hey guys invite Mike in will you?” I say and Mark signals a “come in” wave and they step aside still staring at him.
“Hey Mike,” I say, his eyes on me smiling shyly, “Sorry about them, they don’t get out much.”
To this Mike laughs; his laugh is wonderful and does something to my insides. His face is softer and kinder and even sexier when he laughs.
“Mike, this is my daughter Penny,” I say pointing to her.
“Hi Penny” his deep voice silky and kind, Penny nods and smiles.
“The tall kid is Mark, you remember him from the park.”
“Hey Ace.” Mark says as he nods, and Mike smiles and waves.
“And this little guy is Chris.”
“Hey Chris.” He says and Chris only waves at him, his little face completely serious.
“Okay guys, let him in,” I say trying to make things as casual as possible, “Would you like something to drink Mike?”
“Water would be good.” He says slightly smiling sounding very amused.
“Okay follow me, we can talk about the mud run in the kitchen.” I say walking towards the kitchen. I turn back and the kids are just staring at him… maybe having him over wasn’t such a great idea. By the end of this he will walk out and I won’t be hearing from him again.Thankfully the kids stay in the living room and I can hear them moving around, tv blaring.
I open the fridge and I look over at him. He looks even bigger in my house, and damn if he doesn’t look even sexier. He is wearing faded jeans that fit just right and a baby blue t-shirt that stretches across his broad shoulders and loosens at the waist, the color somehow bringing even more attention to his eyes. I look down and notice he is wearing black Chuck Taylors, most men his age would look pretty ridiculous wearing them, but he pulls it off seamlessly.
I hand him a cold water bottle and our fingers barely skimming the eachothers, yet I feel an electrically jolt. His are warm to my cold and all I can do is look at him and smile.
***
Mike
She hands me water and our fingers touch. Her hands are cool and soothing, while I feel like I am burning up.
“Sorry about how they were… I guess I over estimated the idea that they knew how to behave in front of people, ”she says light heartedly; her face brightening when she smiles.
I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I had promised myself that after I let her go that day at Starbucks, meeting her face to face, I would just walk away, and just keep an eye on her from far away.
But for some weird reason that same night I met her I couldn’t resist and I called her. Then I couldn’t resist calling her again the next morning and asking if she wanted to meet up for lunch, and much to my surprise she had
“Oh God Em! You know that isn’t true! Nick is a serial dater. Trust me we would never have worked. Plus we are like family.”
“Come on. All those nights he stayed over? Nothing ever happened?” she asks and I laugh, but make it a point not to answer. Something had happened one night over a year ago. But it was so minor, so slight and so completely awkward that Nick and I promised never to speak about it to anyone.
“Oh Emmi I better go” I say and immediately freeze where I am standing in my bathroom when I hear the doorbell. My heart pounding furiously in my chest, “I’ll call you later. I think he’s here.” I say sounding serious.
“It will be okay. Just breathe and be yourself, okay?” Thankfully she had dropped the whole Nick thing.
“Okay. Love you Em.”
“Love you Rin.” We hang up and I look at myself in the mirror one last time before heading down the stairs towards the door.
I reach the bottom of the stairs of my two story home and am slightly amused at the sight of my three kids standing at the door staring up at Mike.The kids looking up at him reminded me of how deliciously tall he was and I try to shake the damn thoughts out of my head.
“Hey guys invite Mike in will you?” I say and Mark signals a “come in” wave and they step aside still staring at him.
“Hey Mike,” I say, his eyes on me smiling shyly, “Sorry about them, they don’t get out much.”
To this Mike laughs; his laugh is wonderful and does something to my insides. His face is softer and kinder and even sexier when he laughs.
“Mike, this is my daughter Penny,” I say pointing to her.
“Hi Penny” his deep voice silky and kind, Penny nods and smiles.
“The tall kid is Mark, you remember him from the park.”
“Hey Ace.” Mark says as he nods, and Mike smiles and waves.
“And this little guy is Chris.”
“Hey Chris.” He says and Chris only waves at him, his little face completely serious.
“Okay guys, let him in,” I say trying to make things as casual as possible, “Would you like something to drink Mike?”
“Water would be good.” He says slightly smiling sounding very amused.
“Okay follow me, we can talk about the mud run in the kitchen.” I say walking towards the kitchen. I turn back and the kids are just staring at him… maybe having him over wasn’t such a great idea. By the end of this he will walk out and I won’t be hearing from him again.Thankfully the kids stay in the living room and I can hear them moving around, tv blaring.
I open the fridge and I look over at him. He looks even bigger in my house, and damn if he doesn’t look even sexier. He is wearing faded jeans that fit just right and a baby blue t-shirt that stretches across his broad shoulders and loosens at the waist, the color somehow bringing even more attention to his eyes. I look down and notice he is wearing black Chuck Taylors, most men his age would look pretty ridiculous wearing them, but he pulls it off seamlessly.
I hand him a cold water bottle and our fingers barely skimming the eachothers, yet I feel an electrically jolt. His are warm to my cold and all I can do is look at him and smile.
***
Mike
She hands me water and our fingers touch. Her hands are cool and soothing, while I feel like I am burning up.
“Sorry about how they were… I guess I over estimated the idea that they knew how to behave in front of people, ”she says light heartedly; her face brightening when she smiles.
I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I had promised myself that after I let her go that day at Starbucks, meeting her face to face, I would just walk away, and just keep an eye on her from far away.
But for some weird reason that same night I met her I couldn’t resist and I called her. Then I couldn’t resist calling her again the next morning and asking if she wanted to meet up for lunch, and much to my surprise she had
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