“You run back to him like he’s a drug!” We’ve had this argument before. She’s my best friend but this really pisses me off. She’s like his loyal puppy dog. It’s sickening.
“Well you’re divorced her and you still fucked her. AGAIN!” She’s not wrong, but what she can never know is that I honestly just want to be hers. Meanwhile my ex-wife and I both have needs.
As her best friend, I just want her to be happy with a stable family life, and if it’s not with me, I can still die happy.
“What am I supposed to do? You’re so busy fucking yourself over we never even just get a day alone to chill!” At this point she’s in my face yelling but I can’t make out what she’s saying. This close, I can smell her. Her eyes are tearing up and I can’t think straight with those gorgeous blues. She can’t know. She has enough stress. What did she say…? Something about I’m acting like I can do better? “I can do better? YOU can do better than him!”
“Yeah? Like who; you?”
“You could do worse…”
When did she get so close? My heart is racing. I need to kiss her. I need her embrace. I need to taste her lips on mine.
“What’s wrong?” She asks.
I can’t talk. She asks again, “What the fuck? Say something! You’re just staring at me.” I feel my cheeks redden. My vision is getting blurry. She’s still so close. She’s pounding on my chest, “why are you being like this?!”
I hug her. I hold her tight, pinning her arms between us. I run my hand down the back of her head through her hair. The scent is intoxicating. Why can’t I see right? Am I – I’m crying?! No. No! She can’t know.
I loosen my grip, meaning to turn around before she sees tears. I’m a grown ass man and I’m mad at her. That’s all. But she looks up.
We are so close. We are so quiet. My heart aches. All I can do is whisper “this sucks,” then she takes my face in her hands and kisses me. Troubles fade. Pants are tight. She’s pressed against me. I kiss her back. Did this just go from being the worst night ever to being the best?
TBD…
Love Acadaemia 