She sets them down in front of us. “This smells delicious!” Then she takes the spatula and puts a piece of pizza on each plate. She doesn’t wait, she takes a bite, then mumbles with her mouth full. “Mmm, better than I remember.”
Blake beams at her. “Enjoy.” Then tells me, “The one to go will be ready in about 15 minutes.”
I nod, “Thanks, man.” Then stuff my face and moan how good it is too. He really does have a killer sauce that should be bottled and sold.
He returns to the kitchen while we eat.
There are only a handful of people that come into your life that transcend time and space, and Laura is one of those people in mine. As it is with old friends, time hasn’t eroded our bond, and we laugh as easily as we did when we were kids catching up on all the things we’ve done in our lives since we last spoke.
When the pizza is gone, she raises her beer and toasts us. "Here’s to correcting the wrongs in life, Zane."
I touch her bottle with mine and say, "Here’s to moving our friendship to the next level.”
Her eyebrows raise as she grins. "Best friends forever?"
"Well, that too, but I was thinking about taking you back to my place and consummating that kiss.”
She grins, laughing comfortably, “Spoken like the badass player I remember."
She clinks our bottles, and with her eyes dancing, she runs her tongue around the rim, then turns her bottle up, extending her long neck invitingly, and sucks it dry.
My cock thumps his excitement at the promise made and I guarantee him it will be a promise kept.
When she sets it firmly on the table, I grin wickedly at her.
Oh baby, like that! Just like that.
“Let’s get out here.”
