“They didn’t have any spinach filled,” I said seriously.
He gave me a flat look, but the corner of his mouth twitched.
I grabbed the only other beignet before he could get any ideas and took a small bite, savoring the sweet powdered sugar and fluffy dough as it melted on my tongue.
“Have you had much of a chance to learn your way around town?” Amelia asked him.
“Nah. I’ve visited several times in the past, as you both know.” His eyes flicked to mine, causing my face to heat when I thought about the last time he’d visited. The way his hands felt against my slick skin. The way his dick felt down my—“I’m not super familiar, but I know my way around. I was considering exploring a bit over the weekend as long as nothing pressing comes up,” he said, taking a tentative sip of his coffee.
“Oh, I just had the best idea!” Amelia beamed.Fantastic. Love that. Wonder what it is. “Indie, you should show Kiernan around this weekend!”
No more donuts for Amelia. “I’d be happy to,” I lied, forcing a smile.
Iwouldhave been happy to under any other circumstances. I knew spending time with Kiernan would be fun. Enjoyable.Tempting—that was the part I was worried about.
“Oh, you don’t have to?—”
“She’d behappy to,” Amelia cut him off. Way to smotherthatspark of hope.
Maybe I could pretend to get a stomach virus.
But as soon as the thought crossed my mind, a vivid memory flooded back to me. The last time I pretended to be sick, not long after I actuallydidget a terrible stomach virus. The intense nausea and cramping, the constant trips to the bathroom… it was a miserable experience that I never wanted to go through again. With a shudder, I quickly dismissed the idea and resigned myself to whatever fate had in store for me. I would not be opening myself up to any kind of karmic consequences for lying.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” he asked sheepishly.
The fact that he wanted to do this cracked my inner resolve a little. It couldn’t be easy moving halfway across the country to a place where you knew no one and starting a new life. Well, hekind ofknew me. I sighed internally.
“Of course.” I grabbed a cream-filled long John (heh) for the road and made my way toward the door. “Have a good day, friends.”
Heavy emphasis on the friends part.Did you hear that Kiernan? I said FRIENDS.
As I turned to wave at them one last time before leaving, his gaze lingered on me with a longing that spoke volumes. Tension crackled in the distance between us, thick and heavy like a storm cloud ready to burst. It was clear he wanted more than just friendship, and I couldn’t deny the need that pulsed just under my skin in response to his eyes on me.
I wanted to give in.
But I couldn’t risk it,wouldn’t.
Friendship was all I could offer him, but for some reason, even that felt dangerous.
KIERNAN
Ithought things would be awkward between us, but I hadn’t cared when I jumped on the opportunity to spend the day with Indie.
Somehow, they weren’t.
We spent the day together exploring the town, and while I was technically new to the area, I was more familiar with it than I let on. I’d visited my uncle on several occasions, so I mostly knew my way around, but I would use any excuse to get to spend time with her.
She showed me all of her favorite spots and I made mental notes of which restaurants and coffee shops she preferred.
Being with her was easy.Fun. And I enjoyed doing Super Platonic Friend Things (a term coined by Indie, SPFT for short) with her almost as much as I enjoyed having her lips wrapped around my cock.
I avoided thinking about that, though.
Most of the time.
After spending half the day visiting nearly every part of town, she led me through the park. It was just a walk together, but it was also everything. The soft trickle of a water fountain reached my ears and we followed it to a small clearing at the edge of thepark where a marble statue of a lion stood in the middle, spitting water from its large mouth. We sat on a bench nearby, watching the water dance in the fading sunlight.
There were more people around than I’d expected, but I didn’t mind.
