“What are we doing?” We’re just a breath apart.
“You’re asking me questions.”
“What are you doing?”
“Wondering what you taste like.”
Our eyes have stayed locked on each other the entire time, and my heart is about to break a few of my ribs. My brain tries to pump the brakes, tossing every bad thought it can muster at me.What if she doesn’t like you? What if I’m not enough? What if I fuck this up?
“Can I kiss you?”
“Yes, James.”
“I like it when you say that. Say it again.”
“Ja—”
She jumps back to the other side of the couch as her cell phone vibrates off a counter, hitting the floor just as a cop somewhere down the street whoops his sirens. She covers her face and starts laughing, and I let my head fall back on the arm of the couch. So close.
She jumps off the couch, and I’m watching her ass as she bends over to pick up her phone. When she looks back up, I glance quickly at my watch; it’s just before six in the morning. I look at the windows and see the sun making its way up for the day.
I look back at her just in time to see her holding the phone to her ear and ducking into the bedroom. She closes the door behind her and I cover my face and groan.
“Son of a bitch,” I sigh before picking the blanket up from the floor. I bury my face in it, breathing in the cherry blossoms. It makes my cock twitch when I think about her on top of me, how close her lips were.So damn close. I can’t help but wonder who the fuck needed to call her this early. I also wonder what part of last night I did right. She’s considering going out with me—or at least that’s what I hope she was talking about when she asked if the offer was still on the table.
What if it wasn’t? Wasn’t she just about to kiss me? It had to be that, right? Yeah. But what if?
I hear the shower turn on.
“Okay. It’s fine. It was just…it was nothing. We didn’t kiss. Everything is fine.” I’m mumbling to myself as I walk to the kitchen. “She wasn’t awake. Nothing happened, it was all in your head. Give her some fucking space, man.”
Making my way into the kitchen, I swipe through my phone and see a series of texts that came in late last night from my best friend, Chase Cooper.
Jackass
Dude, be home tomorrow afternoon. Beers? ???????????
Oh, and Mini Cooper is moving into my place two weeks from now.
Are you asleep or jerking off?
Nothing? Dude, are you getting laid or something?? ????
I go through the cabinets until I find coffee, filters, and the coffeemaker. I’d make her breakfast if she had more in her kitchen. Waffles, French toast, eggs, anything she wanted. I could go to the store while she’s showering, or order groceries. I need to get a hold of myself. It was a kiss. No, an almost kiss. Why am I freaking out over analmost-kiss?
Jamie
I’ll be there tomorrow for beers.
Jackass
So, what’s her name?
Jamie
Fuck you, man.
Jackass
