Brown hair falls in soft curls over her shoulders, the shine of it catches in the lights as she walks toward me. She’s wearing minimal makeup, as she always does, letting her natural beauty show through.
Her green eyes instantly find mine even from across the room and I swear my heart skips a beat when our gazes collide. God, she is beautiful. Does she know how fucking beautiful she is? I doubt it. Bailey isn’t vain. If she knows she’s pretty, she doesn’t show it.
Choosing a table in the back of the restaurant had been for privacy of course, but now I can also enjoy seeing her walk in and through the space. My eyes are glued on the way her hips sway softly with each step she takes, that is until she is a few feet away. Then my gaze travels upwards over the rest of her body, her flat stomach, the swell of her breast, her delicate collarbone, her full oh so kissable lips...
She takes the seat across from me and grins when she spots the tea sitting in her spot. Her smile alone could bring an army of men to their knees.
“Thank you for ordering my drink.”
“If I knew you were going to get here early, I would have gone ahead and ordered our food as well. You must have been just as eager as me to get here.” My lips pull up into a grin.
A pink blush creeps onto her cheeks, confirming my suspicions. She was, in fact, eager to see me. That’s okay, baby, I’m eager to see you too.
“I was just hungry, that’s all,” she denies, smoothing a napkin over her lap.
“Oh, I’m hungry too…” So hungry I could throw her down on the table, lift up her dress and feast on her pretty pink pussy. As if she could hear my thoughts herself, her cheeks turn an even darker shade of red.
“It… I wasn’t eager to see you. This isn’t a date, remember?”
Like I need reminding, Sunflower.
“Are you guys ready to order?” the waitress interrupts, looking straight at me, practically pretending Bailey isn’t here. Bailey’s plump lips flatten into a firm line, her eyes turning murderous. Fuck, she’s sexy when she’s jealous.
“Two orders of spaghetti and meatballs,” I answer her, keeping my eyes on Bailey the entire time. You can see the steam billowing out of her ears. She’s trying really hard not to act out on her jealousy, but I know her too well. I know she wants me all to herself, just like I want her, she just doesn’t want to admit it. That’s okay though, I’ll admit it for the both of us.
She might be able to pull the wool over someone else’s eyes, but never mine. As soon as the blonde takes our menus and walks away, I place my hands down on the table. I try to look at her sternly, but my lips quirk up into a smile involuntarily.
“What?” she asks in a high pitch voice, the fire in her eyes nothing but a few cracking embers now.
“Cut the crap, Sunflower, I know you were jealous just now, and yesterday as well. I know you want me, and I want you too, more than you can even imagine, so why don’t we give in? Give this a shot?”
“Give in?” she whispers. “Give in how?” she questions a moment later, a little bit louder, her eyebrows raised.
“We’ve been friends for so long, maybe we could be more than friends, maybe friends with benefits,” I suggest with a shrug. It would be the perfect solution to our problem. We can both have our cake and eat it too.
I might not be able to commit to a romantic relationship, but I can certainly commit to this. With this, we can stay best friends, and I’ll still get to have her in my bed, her legs wrapped around me, her chestnut brown hair fanning against the cream sheets.
My cock stirs just thinking about it.
She seems to think on it for a long time, her mouth opening and then closing before she starts to talk again. “Elijah… we can’t. Please, let’s just try and go back to being friends. I don’t want to mess up our friendship any more than I already have. I don’t regret what we did, but if I ever lost you, it would kill me.” The sudden sadness surrounding her has my light and playful mood sinking deep into the ground.
Her gaze drops to her hands. “And yes, I’ll admit that I’m being jealous, and I don’t really understand why. I know I can’t have you, and that we aren’t anything…” She pauses. I’m white knuckling the fuck out of my kneecaps right now. I’m afraid of commitment, yes... it would be hard for me to cross that bridge even for Bailey, but why not at least do this.
I love her. I know it deep down in the pit of my soul, underneath all the insecurities that surround me. I love her, and always will, even if it’s only out of friendship.
Her eyes flicker up to mine, and I see the sadness reflecting from her words in their depths. “I feel like my mood should be a prime example of why we shouldn’t do this. It would only complicate our relationship further. I’ll get over it. I just need to get my hormones back under control.” My chest aches as her words wash over me, over and over again. She might be right, taking in all the facts, but it still leaves my chest aching at the thought that we will always be friends and never anything more.
Since we were kids, I’ve dreamt of making her mine. Now I have the chance and it’s all but slipping through my fingers.
“Okay, back to friends it is,” I announce in defeat, trying not to let my disappointment show. “You’re right, we’ve complicated our friendship enough, let’s not risk it by adding something else to the mix. I can live with that. As long as I still have you in my life, I’ll be okay.” I give her a reassuring smile and all I can think is, can I really live with that?
Live with being just friends.
It’s been a week since our not a date dinner and I’m still not sure about the answer she gave me. Our friendship has been strained since the night I took her virginity. We’ve tried to go back to normal.
I’ve tried not to think about her petal-pink lips, or her firm ass, or the way she feels in my grip while I thrust into her, but it’s a lot fucking harder to go back to being friends after having tasted her. Every time she walks into my office, I have to stop myself from bending her over the desk and fucking her senseless.
I’ve never wanted a woman so much in my life. There is no replacement for Bailey, nothing can lessen the damn hold she has on me, on my heart.
Shaking my head, I have to tell myself I’m not a teenage boy. All I can think about is sex. Sex with Bailey. I don’t know how many times I’ve jerked off to the image of my best friend in the last week. There is seriously something wrong with me and yet I wouldn’t change a damn thing. I’m happy Bailey gave herself to me... I just wish, well, I wish she would consider a friends with benefits option. I know it’s selfish of me, and maybe she wants a relationship. I don’t know, all I know is that I want her, and I’ll do whatever I can to have her again.
Tapping my fingers against my chin, I think long and hard. Maybe I just need to get laid. It didn’t occur to me until this very second that I haven’t had sex with anyone else since Bailey.
I almost laugh. I have no idea why I didn’t think of this sooner. I probably need to get some random pussy, fuck the thought of Bailey and I right out of my head. Yeah, that’s it. Reaching into my pocket, I take out my phone.
Scrolling through my contact lists, I find the name and number I’m looking for. Candy… if that’s even her real name. I met her at some bar a while back, and unlike most of the women I fuck, she was completely on board with the whole sex only deal.