I didn’t want to ruin my friendship with my best friend, but I was worried that I might have. I mean, I was loud, and most men didn’t like that. I had no cares in the world, and again, most men didn’t like that.
I went after what I wanted, and men absolutely hated that.
But rather than push me away or stop me, Josh went with it. And I know he held back the first time, but I felt how wet and sticky he was the second time. He came, even though no one was touching him, and I hate to admit it, I want to feel it again.
Instead, this time, I want it in me.
Or on me.
“Shit,” I muttered, pulling the covers up over me again. “I’m not facing today,” I told myself.
Of course, I should have known that it was short lived because Josh flung open my bedroom door and pounced on my bed, making quick work of my covers and pulling them down.
“Get out of bed, I got plans.”
“Josh,” I whined, but he shook his head.
“Do not let last night ruin anything. We enjoyed it, we had fun, we could do it again, or not. But it doesn’t change us. I don’t regret it, you said you didn’t, is that still true?”
I looked at him, watched as he pushed those damn sexy glasses up on his nose, and grinned.
“It’s still true.”
“Then don’t think about it, Kelly. Now, get up because I made us pancakes, and have a wonderful day planned.”
With that, he slapped my thigh as he got out of bed. I had no choice but to roll my eyes and get up, because I knew just what he would do if I didn’t.
Three hours later, after a shower, and some good breakfast, and even better coffee, we headed out of our town house.
“So, where are we going?” I asked, taking a sip of the coffee he had made for me to go.
Josh was a barista at one of the local coffee shops, and he was amazing. Plus, he did a little IT work on the side. I told him he was a lot smarter than people gave him credit for.
“Why can’t you ever let anything be a surprise?”
“Because I don’t like them. Why do you ask me every time you plan something? It’s like you don’t even know me and that hurts.”
I pretended like a knife had been stabbed in my heart, and he busted out laughing. We walked down the street, his hand grabbing mine. And though it wasn’t unusual, this time it felt right.
I still didn’t know what we were, or what to make of it, but I wouldn’t question it. Not right now.
I wanted to trust that Josh knew me well enough that I didn’t want to fall alone, and that he’d always catch me if I did.
“I wanted to do something that we haven’t done since we were kids. We’re both off today and it’s the opening day, so it’s perfect.”
“Oh my gosh, we’re going ice skating?”
“Yes!”
I beamed at him, so grateful for him.
“You’re the best, Josh.”
“Oh, can I get you to record that for future you who refuses to acknowledge that?”
I slapped his arm as he steered us to the front counter, paying for both of us. If I didn’t know better, I would say this almost felt like a date.
“To be young and in love again,” an older lady said, walking behind us. “You two lovebirds have fun,” she told us, waving as she walked away with her husband. I wanted to shout that we weren’t lovebirds, but she was already gone. Josh glanced at me, giving me a shrug, and I could only agree.
