and we walk towards the burger joint.
That small gesture stirs things within me I never thought I’d feel. I feel that electrical pull I felt when I first met him, inexplicable but it’s a tightrope bonding us.
We get to the restaurant in comfortable silence, walking side by side. We sit and order, and he still hasn’t said anything. I want to know what has him so thrown so I can help him, but I don’t want to push. Maybe he doesn’t want to talk about it, maybe he wanted to forget about it another way, by fucking. That’s probably why he called, to distract himself. I feel a small pang. We are supposed to be friends; surely you talk to friends about what’s upsetting you. Snap out of it, Mia! Fucking is what you’re good at.
“How was work?” I ask unsure if I should talk.
“It was alright. Kinda a crappy day.” He gives a small smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
“Grayson, are you sure you’re okay? Wanna talk about it?” I reach over the table and squeeze his hand to comfort him.
“Don’t worry, Mia. It’s just work stress. Some asshole is trying to blame me for someone else’s fuck up on a site I’m managing. I just want to hang out and not think about it right now.”
“Sounds good. What are you doing this weekend?” I try to make light conversation.
“You.” He smiles at me with that devilish grin I love and feel the heat rise in me. I blush slightly and begin chewing my lower lip.
“We’ll see about that, Cowboy Casanova. You’re going to start messing with my game if I keep taking you home.”
“You know I’m the best.” He raises an eyebrow challenging me to disagree. I love how we can be so natural with each other, even after sleeping together. There’s no awkwardness. If anything, it’s solidified our relationship.
“I can’t argue there.”
We eat, talking about different topics, laughing and teasing each other. I am proud to say that Grayson looks much happier than when we first walked in. Mission accomplished. We finish, pay and head out.
“Thanks for coming, Mia. I appreciate it. I owe you.”
“You don’t owe me anything, Grayson. That’s what friends are for, right?”
“Very true.” He gives me a tight hug , and I wrap my arms around his waist. It’s such a comfortable place to be. I look up and see his eyes soften, and they’re back to his aqua tones. I’m tempted to kiss him, but I hold back. I break the eye contact and let go. I need to keep myself in check. I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t like feeling so vulnerable with someone. “Good night.”
“Bye, we’ll talk.” He kisses me on the forehead and walks off.
The rest of the week goes on normally. Grayson seemed more positive the few times we spoke and the whole situation got cleared up at work.
Come Friday, I am beyond exhausted. It’s not like me to pass up any social outing, but I just want to curl up on my couch and sleep. I guess all the late nights at work have caught up to me.
I get home and turn on the TV to watch some mindless shows that will let me rest and relax. I wake up a couple of hours later disoriented with a pounding headache. It’s dark out, and the light from the TV is feeding my splitting headache. I can’t move and feel chills race down my body. This is so not the time to get sick!
My phone rings next to me, making me cringe. “Hello?”
“Hi, Sweet Pea. How are you? I just ran into Steph, but I didn’t see you with her. She said you went home?” It is more of a question, and I could hear his confusion.
“Yeah, I’m not feeling too good. I’ll be fine by tomorrow, hopefully.”
“What do you need? I’m on my way over.”
“Grayson, don’t come over. I don’t need anything, just sleep. Stay where you are. Get some for the both of us.” I try to joke but feel like doing anything but humor someone.
“No, no. The bimbos can wait. I’m going over now.”
“I can’t get up to answer the door. Plus, I just want to sleep.”
That small gesture stirs things within me I never thought I’d feel. I feel that electrical pull I felt when I first met him, inexplicable but it’s a tightrope bonding us.
We get to the restaurant in comfortable silence, walking side by side. We sit and order, and he still hasn’t said anything. I want to know what has him so thrown so I can help him, but I don’t want to push. Maybe he doesn’t want to talk about it, maybe he wanted to forget about it another way, by fucking. That’s probably why he called, to distract himself. I feel a small pang. We are supposed to be friends; surely you talk to friends about what’s upsetting you. Snap out of it, Mia! Fucking is what you’re good at.
“How was work?” I ask unsure if I should talk.
“It was alright. Kinda a crappy day.” He gives a small smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
“Grayson, are you sure you’re okay? Wanna talk about it?” I reach over the table and squeeze his hand to comfort him.
“Don’t worry, Mia. It’s just work stress. Some asshole is trying to blame me for someone else’s fuck up on a site I’m managing. I just want to hang out and not think about it right now.”
“Sounds good. What are you doing this weekend?” I try to make light conversation.
“You.” He smiles at me with that devilish grin I love and feel the heat rise in me. I blush slightly and begin chewing my lower lip.
“We’ll see about that, Cowboy Casanova. You’re going to start messing with my game if I keep taking you home.”
“You know I’m the best.” He raises an eyebrow challenging me to disagree. I love how we can be so natural with each other, even after sleeping together. There’s no awkwardness. If anything, it’s solidified our relationship.
“I can’t argue there.”
We eat, talking about different topics, laughing and teasing each other. I am proud to say that Grayson looks much happier than when we first walked in. Mission accomplished. We finish, pay and head out.
“Thanks for coming, Mia. I appreciate it. I owe you.”
“You don’t owe me anything, Grayson. That’s what friends are for, right?”
“Very true.” He gives me a tight hug , and I wrap my arms around his waist. It’s such a comfortable place to be. I look up and see his eyes soften, and they’re back to his aqua tones. I’m tempted to kiss him, but I hold back. I break the eye contact and let go. I need to keep myself in check. I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t like feeling so vulnerable with someone. “Good night.”
“Bye, we’ll talk.” He kisses me on the forehead and walks off.
The rest of the week goes on normally. Grayson seemed more positive the few times we spoke and the whole situation got cleared up at work.
Come Friday, I am beyond exhausted. It’s not like me to pass up any social outing, but I just want to curl up on my couch and sleep. I guess all the late nights at work have caught up to me.
I get home and turn on the TV to watch some mindless shows that will let me rest and relax. I wake up a couple of hours later disoriented with a pounding headache. It’s dark out, and the light from the TV is feeding my splitting headache. I can’t move and feel chills race down my body. This is so not the time to get sick!
My phone rings next to me, making me cringe. “Hello?”
“Hi, Sweet Pea. How are you? I just ran into Steph, but I didn’t see you with her. She said you went home?” It is more of a question, and I could hear his confusion.
“Yeah, I’m not feeling too good. I’ll be fine by tomorrow, hopefully.”
“What do you need? I’m on my way over.”
“Grayson, don’t come over. I don’t need anything, just sleep. Stay where you are. Get some for the both of us.” I try to joke but feel like doing anything but humor someone.
“No, no. The bimbos can wait. I’m going over now.”
“I can’t get up to answer the door. Plus, I just want to sleep.”
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