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she needs me. “Hey, you still there?”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes what? You’re still there, or you want me to come over?”
    “Come over.” I can totally see her rolling her eyes, and the thought of it makes me laugh.
    “Sit tight. I’ll be there in a flash.”
    I quickly get out of bed, put on a shirt, pack a small overnight bag and leave Jason snoozing on the sofa. I know I am just screwing with myself, taking care of Lyric, but she needs me. I won’t leave her alone feeling scared. That’s what friends do right? We help each other out. So…I am helping a friend out - a really close friend who I want to have sex with. Fuck. There, I said it. I want to have sex with Lyric. End of story.
     
    Before getting out of my truck, I clutch onto my steering wheel, and take a deep breath. The thought of laying next to her again… Shit. Fuck. Damn . I can do it though. I am here as her friend, nothing more. However, the second she opens her front door, all that friend crap is forgotten. That’s because she’s got on a two piece satin jammie set that does wonders to my imagination. Even though her jammies have pink and purple cats printed all over, I can’t keep my eyes away from her cami top where her belly button is very much visible, and is sexy as fuck. Her little satin shorts, to match her top, show off her long ass legs. Smokin’ hot, those legs of hers. They go a mile long and turn me the hell on. My eyes sweep her tall frame and land on her tits. The perfect set of perky tits I have ever seen; round, grapefruit sized tits with nipples protruding through. Get your fucking mind out of the fucking gutter, asshole !I have to stop, but I can’t . Even her face is beautiful! No makeup, blue eyes popping out, pink plump lips, slightly wet and her hair - God I love her hair - done up in a braid and hanging over her left shoulder. How did I not see this beauty before the bus crash? I was fucking blind.
    Just act cool, man. Act cool. Appear like she isn’t making your dick hard.
    “I’m waiting for you to say I told you so,” she crosses her arms, and leans against the door frame, looking down at her feet.
    “Why would I say that?”
    She shrugs, still avoiding eye contact. “Because you knew I wasn’t going to sleep well.”
    Without thinking, I pull her in for a hug. Her arms automatically go around my neck while mine plant perfectly around her waist. I love the feel of her chin hitting my shoulder. “I wasn’t going to throw it your face, Lyric. I’m not that cruel,” I softly say, then continue half jokingly, “However…I knew you couldn’t stay away from me all night long. You love my cuddles too much.”
    She immediately pushes me away. “Good grief.”
    I lightly laugh, “Come on Charlie, let’s get you to bed.” I walk inside the house and tug her hand behind me, leading her to her bedroom.
    Lyric lives in an oceanfront home in La Jolla Beach. The second you leave your car, the smell and sounds of the ocean invade your senses. Her house is white, two stories with a kickass view of the ocean. When you enter her home you feel comfortable and at ease. Everything she owns is either white or baby blue - to match the feel of the ocean, I guess. Lots of beach themed pictures, and knick knacks are placed on the walls and shelves; different shades of blue throw pillows and blankets are thrown onto the two piece, sectional, white leather sofa, which is the main focus when you walk in. A white, wooden coffee table takes up the middle of the space. It has a few magazines placed on top, a couple of framed pictures of her and her family - one with a dog - and a little blue metal tray sitting in the middle, with a clear glass vase filled with white flowers - maybe daisies? The awesome fireplace and the mounted TV up above seals the deal for me. Nothing better than cozying up with one of those blankets, in front of a fire and watching a movie…or having sex on that sofa with a hot woman wearing cat jammies. Shit. I