you can get reckless when you’re home, ”─ I bury my face more into his shirt to conceal my tear s─ “I need you here, Danny. So don’t be so fucking stupid. Don’t get careless.”
One of his hands sinks into my hair. He grabs a handful and gently tugs, pulling my head back so he can look into my watery eyes. His gaze is as glossy as polished river stones. “December,” he says softly, touching my wet cheek.
And
this
is
when
I
lose
it.
I erupt into uncontrollable sobs with the ugly hiccupping and everything. Ugly crying is the worst. I haven’t cried like this since I was little and Gray was being a dick. He told me there was no Santa. My mind was blown at age six.
He holds me close. We hold each other close. The tears stop and my eyelids get heavy. I get sleepy and sleep is inevitable being wrapped up and cocooned in Danny’s arms.
The vibrating of my phone wakes me. Carefully untangling myself from Danny, I roll over to grab my cell off the wooden nightstand on my side of the bed. (It’s funny to think I have a my side of the bed.) I have a missed call from Gray and three missed calls and a voicemail from Josh. Gray probably wants to hangout later today and Josh was letting me know he’s back in town.
The timing for Josh being back in town couldn’t be any worse. I’ve been avoiding him since I drunkenly made out with him over two weeks ago. Normally I wouldn’t hide from a great-looking guy that I’m in to. But this guy happens to be Danny’s ex-wife, Piper’s, younger brother. Josh and I have known each other since we were kids. We were around each other a lot and then we grew apart. He left for two years because of his job.
But our relationship really began to flourish once again about four years ago. It was around the time Danny left, and it started out innocently enough. Josh was in town a lot, helping run the bakery while his sister was mainly absent. I stopped by to get some coffee—they have the best coffee—and Josh was at the register. He smiled at me and mentioned he liked my penguin beanie. I asked him if he saw the penguin special that was on Discovery Channel and he told me he did and that he worked as a photographer for them once. From there, we had a half an hour conversation about penguins.
Needless to say I made it a priority to stop at Sprinkles and Beyond at least once a day. Josh and I became close again. We were like best friends until I got sloppy drunk two weeks ago and kissed him.
No, I didn’t kiss him. I devoured his face, knowing he wanted to take things to the next level. That kiss made things more complicated. I don’t do complicated well.
So fast-forward to him leaving for South Africa for work and me freaking out and ignoring his calls to now. I’m afraid I messed up our friendship, something that was perfect and something that was easy. However, I should gather my courage and make things right between us.
I just don’t know how long it will take for my courage to build up…
Slipping out of bed, I head for the bathroom. It’s four in the morning and I have an hour before I need to be up, but since I’m awake I might as well shower and get ready for work.
The water is warm and steamy when I dunk my head under the spray. It may be weird, but I use Danny’s Old Spice gel to soap up. The fragrance is strong and powerful. The scent lingers on my skin for hours. I get to smell like him all day.
“Make some room.”
I yelp and turn my back to him and hide in the water, covering my chest as Danny squeezes in behind me. “What the hell are you doing?”
“It should be obvious,” he says, snatching the bottle of gel from me. He dumps some into his palms and begins to spread it across his broad chest and muscled body, making a nice soapy lather. Hypnotized, I watch the suds slide down his incredibly slick abs, down to his raging hard-on.
With my heart beating in my throat, I quickly avert my gaze but it’s useless. I glance back down
One of his hands sinks into my hair. He grabs a handful and gently tugs, pulling my head back so he can look into my watery eyes. His gaze is as glossy as polished river stones. “December,” he says softly, touching my wet cheek.
And
this
is
when
I
lose
it.
I erupt into uncontrollable sobs with the ugly hiccupping and everything. Ugly crying is the worst. I haven’t cried like this since I was little and Gray was being a dick. He told me there was no Santa. My mind was blown at age six.
He holds me close. We hold each other close. The tears stop and my eyelids get heavy. I get sleepy and sleep is inevitable being wrapped up and cocooned in Danny’s arms.
The vibrating of my phone wakes me. Carefully untangling myself from Danny, I roll over to grab my cell off the wooden nightstand on my side of the bed. (It’s funny to think I have a my side of the bed.) I have a missed call from Gray and three missed calls and a voicemail from Josh. Gray probably wants to hangout later today and Josh was letting me know he’s back in town.
The timing for Josh being back in town couldn’t be any worse. I’ve been avoiding him since I drunkenly made out with him over two weeks ago. Normally I wouldn’t hide from a great-looking guy that I’m in to. But this guy happens to be Danny’s ex-wife, Piper’s, younger brother. Josh and I have known each other since we were kids. We were around each other a lot and then we grew apart. He left for two years because of his job.
But our relationship really began to flourish once again about four years ago. It was around the time Danny left, and it started out innocently enough. Josh was in town a lot, helping run the bakery while his sister was mainly absent. I stopped by to get some coffee—they have the best coffee—and Josh was at the register. He smiled at me and mentioned he liked my penguin beanie. I asked him if he saw the penguin special that was on Discovery Channel and he told me he did and that he worked as a photographer for them once. From there, we had a half an hour conversation about penguins.
Needless to say I made it a priority to stop at Sprinkles and Beyond at least once a day. Josh and I became close again. We were like best friends until I got sloppy drunk two weeks ago and kissed him.
No, I didn’t kiss him. I devoured his face, knowing he wanted to take things to the next level. That kiss made things more complicated. I don’t do complicated well.
So fast-forward to him leaving for South Africa for work and me freaking out and ignoring his calls to now. I’m afraid I messed up our friendship, something that was perfect and something that was easy. However, I should gather my courage and make things right between us.
I just don’t know how long it will take for my courage to build up…
Slipping out of bed, I head for the bathroom. It’s four in the morning and I have an hour before I need to be up, but since I’m awake I might as well shower and get ready for work.
The water is warm and steamy when I dunk my head under the spray. It may be weird, but I use Danny’s Old Spice gel to soap up. The fragrance is strong and powerful. The scent lingers on my skin for hours. I get to smell like him all day.
“Make some room.”
I yelp and turn my back to him and hide in the water, covering my chest as Danny squeezes in behind me. “What the hell are you doing?”
“It should be obvious,” he says, snatching the bottle of gel from me. He dumps some into his palms and begins to spread it across his broad chest and muscled body, making a nice soapy lather. Hypnotized, I watch the suds slide down his incredibly slick abs, down to his raging hard-on.
With my heart beating in my throat, I quickly avert my gaze but it’s useless. I glance back down
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