and let out a little laugh before pressing my lips together then rising up on my one good set of toes to kiss him on his cheek (his skin is really soft beneath my lips – I didn’t expect that). “Have fun tonight.”
One side of his mouth quirks in a grin, and his eyes seem to lighten. “I’ll see you later, Rusty. Don’t go throwing any wild parties.”
“I’ll try not to,” I reply as I watch him leave the house and hear his car start up and drive away. Then I stand there all alone, wondering what the hell I’m supposed to do with my time until Josh gets back from work at eleven. I’m not used to being in the house by myself for hours on end.
Dylan
What the hell was that ? I fucking leaned in and kissed her without thinking. I was aiming for her fucking mouth, but she turned her head slightly so I got her cheek – what the fucking fuck?! And it felt so natural too, like it was how we’re supposed to be together. Fucking. Weird. I’m obviously getting way too comfortable with this chick in my house. Shit . And the look on her face! It was as if I was burning a god-dammed hole, right through the side of her face. Jesus, imagine if I had have gotten her lips… What a nightmare!
I make it to the end of our block, before I stop the car and contemplate turning back around. I think I should probably explain to her that it didn’t mean anything. And it doesn’t, right? We’re just two friends that get along really well. She’s Josh’s girl – she’s fun to be around, and while I find myself organizing appointments around my time with her, that’s just because she’s fun to be around, and it’s kind of my fault she can’t go out and work and make new friends. Plus, I like talking to her. I like getting to know her. Everything comes easy between us, and I like that I can pretty much just say anything and she’ll get it without my having to explain it to her.
But, she’s Josh’s girl… She’s gorgeous, so I’m attracted to her. But then, who wouldn’t be? I even think Roxy might have a bit of a lady boner for her. And the more time I spend with her, the more I get it. I get why Josh is so head over heels for her. Avery is one of those people who draws others in. It’s like her light can feed the souls of those around her. (But who feeds hers?)
She’s Josh’s girl.
My fingers grip the steering wheel, flexing and relaxing, flexing and relaxing. I should tell her it didn’t mean anything. I should tell her I didn’t mean to kiss her – and it was just the cheek (thank god). It didn’t mean anything…
Before I can think about it anymore, I turn the car around and head back home. She has the music turned up really loud. It’s a little distorted from outside the house, but I think she’s listening to Stone Temple Pilots. At first I walk to the door slowly then I remember what she was doing the last time I came home and she was listening to music, and I quicken my pace. She still has her foot in a cast – surely she’s not dancing?
I open the door, my eyes going straight to the lounge area where I found her last time. But she isn’t there. I frown and turn my head the other way and find her standing at the counter in the kitchen with her back to me. She’s standing on her good leg with one of those exercise bands tied between her feet as she moves her bad leg in and out at different angles, kind of like she’s doing ballet warm up exercises.
I stand and watch her for a moment. She moves her arm and head in that same graceful way that ballet dancers do. How does she manage to move like that while doing a simple exercise to rock music?
My eyes travel down her body, pausing on her pert ass, looking snug in a pair of yoga pants as it jumps slightly with each movement. It’s kind of mesmerizing. Until of course, she begins to turn around and I panic (I’m supposed to be here explaining that the kiss didn’t mean anything, and here I am staring at her ass!).
Still standing in the
One side of his mouth quirks in a grin, and his eyes seem to lighten. “I’ll see you later, Rusty. Don’t go throwing any wild parties.”
“I’ll try not to,” I reply as I watch him leave the house and hear his car start up and drive away. Then I stand there all alone, wondering what the hell I’m supposed to do with my time until Josh gets back from work at eleven. I’m not used to being in the house by myself for hours on end.
Dylan
What the hell was that ? I fucking leaned in and kissed her without thinking. I was aiming for her fucking mouth, but she turned her head slightly so I got her cheek – what the fucking fuck?! And it felt so natural too, like it was how we’re supposed to be together. Fucking. Weird. I’m obviously getting way too comfortable with this chick in my house. Shit . And the look on her face! It was as if I was burning a god-dammed hole, right through the side of her face. Jesus, imagine if I had have gotten her lips… What a nightmare!
I make it to the end of our block, before I stop the car and contemplate turning back around. I think I should probably explain to her that it didn’t mean anything. And it doesn’t, right? We’re just two friends that get along really well. She’s Josh’s girl – she’s fun to be around, and while I find myself organizing appointments around my time with her, that’s just because she’s fun to be around, and it’s kind of my fault she can’t go out and work and make new friends. Plus, I like talking to her. I like getting to know her. Everything comes easy between us, and I like that I can pretty much just say anything and she’ll get it without my having to explain it to her.
But, she’s Josh’s girl… She’s gorgeous, so I’m attracted to her. But then, who wouldn’t be? I even think Roxy might have a bit of a lady boner for her. And the more time I spend with her, the more I get it. I get why Josh is so head over heels for her. Avery is one of those people who draws others in. It’s like her light can feed the souls of those around her. (But who feeds hers?)
She’s Josh’s girl.
My fingers grip the steering wheel, flexing and relaxing, flexing and relaxing. I should tell her it didn’t mean anything. I should tell her I didn’t mean to kiss her – and it was just the cheek (thank god). It didn’t mean anything…
Before I can think about it anymore, I turn the car around and head back home. She has the music turned up really loud. It’s a little distorted from outside the house, but I think she’s listening to Stone Temple Pilots. At first I walk to the door slowly then I remember what she was doing the last time I came home and she was listening to music, and I quicken my pace. She still has her foot in a cast – surely she’s not dancing?
I open the door, my eyes going straight to the lounge area where I found her last time. But she isn’t there. I frown and turn my head the other way and find her standing at the counter in the kitchen with her back to me. She’s standing on her good leg with one of those exercise bands tied between her feet as she moves her bad leg in and out at different angles, kind of like she’s doing ballet warm up exercises.
I stand and watch her for a moment. She moves her arm and head in that same graceful way that ballet dancers do. How does she manage to move like that while doing a simple exercise to rock music?
My eyes travel down her body, pausing on her pert ass, looking snug in a pair of yoga pants as it jumps slightly with each movement. It’s kind of mesmerizing. Until of course, she begins to turn around and I panic (I’m supposed to be here explaining that the kiss didn’t mean anything, and here I am staring at her ass!).
Still standing in the
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