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“So, you must like cats?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I assume cat hunting is the fur companion?”
    “I guess,” she shrugs. “They’re easy to take care of. Leaving town so often, I won’t have to worry about it as much.”
    “Makes sense.”
    “You like cats?”
    “Sure. Never had one, but…ya know…I like fur.”
    She chokes out a laugh. “You’re so weird.”
    “Takes one to get to know one.”
    She giggles again. “Night, Hot Stuff.”
    “G’night, Charlie.” I may have said goodnight, but my body is not ready for it. My fingers itch to get a feel of her belly, her skin. It’s all so fucking wrong, though. Why hadn’t I ever felt this way for her before? Why now? Why are my eyes suddenly wide open for the very first time? How did I not see her before the accident? I want things to go back to the way they were. I don’t want to have these feelings for her…I just can’t help it, though. I need to feel her. A need that is so wrong, yet feels so right. Very slowly, I inch the tips of my fingers to the edge of her cami. I pause. I don’t want her getting the wrong idea, even though it is the wrong idea. One finger. Two fingers, then three. The rest follow suit and trickle their way a little up her cami. Lyric flinches and her body stiffens. I stop. “Sorry,” I mumble. “My fingers cold?”
    “No,” she whispers out. “Why are you touching me there?”
    Crap, she hates it. She doesn’t want this. I give her my best answer, anyways. “You’re soft.”
    “Can’t sleep if you keep tickling me.”
    Tickling. I bite back a laugh and proceed gliding my fingers across her belly. Holy fuck, her body is soft as hell. I fucking love it. “Tickles, huh?”
    “Yes.” I can tell she is trying hard not to laugh. She’s very squirmy and it’s making my cock hard. Hope she can’t feel it. “Stop it.”
    “Okay,” I chuckle. “Night again.”
    She sighs, “Night.”
    “Is it okay if I just keep it there? I promise, no tickling.”
    “Fine,” she groans, and I bet she has a smile on her face, along with an eye roll.
    I can’t stop skimming her belly and flirting with her. “It’s, like, really soft.”
    She snaps, “Slim!”
    My body shakes with silent laughter. “Yeah, I’m done. Go to sleep.”
    “That’s what I’m trying to do.”
    “Sorry,” I chuckle.
    My hand stays planted on her belly, and I hope that tomorrow night we’ll be able to do this again, and maybe…just maybe, I’ll inch further up her cami and hit my jackpot. My flirtation is going to test our relationship, but will Lyric decide she’ll want to flirt back and possibly take our friendship to the next level? Only one way to find out.
     
    The blaring of Lyric’s phone wake us both up at the crack of fucking dawn. I was sleeping so soundly with her in my arms, with my hand still plastered to her soft belly. I slept like a damn baby.
    She moves away from me, instantly making me pout and feeling cold. “Indie?” She answers groggily. I cover my eyes while Lyric’s sister talks her ear off. Wish we could go back to cuddling, but that wouldn’t go so well. It’s morning now. Cuddle time is over. “Can’t you call Ralphie or grab a cab?” She pauses to listen. “I’m in San Diego, hon, it’s going to take me awhile.” She flicks the light from her nightstand on and blinds the crap out of me. “Okay…yeah, okay. See ya then,” she sighs, then lays her phone back down and groans.
    Seems like another day of hanging out is a no go. I prop myself up on my elbow and ask, “Guess, fur hunting is out?”
    “Yep. My sister needs me to pick her up at the airport, in L.A..”
    “She can’t catch a cab?”
    “Apparently not.” She scoots herself up and sits against her pillows. “Our parents’ driver, Ralphie is not available and she hates cabs.”
    “Pretty high maintenance.”
    “Complete opposite. I forgot she has a phobia with cabs.” I was about to ask why she has a phobia with cabs, but Lyric holds her