And I prove myself right not even half an hour later. I’m sitting at the breakfast bar when Tash finally storms out of her room, right past me and then slams the front door closed behind her. Well, that confirms it, she’s totally pissed. I knew it.
Ever since I walked in on her in the bath she’s been hiding. I’ve been patient with her, I’ve given her space. I don’t know what else to do. And, it’s driving me nuts because I can’t get the image of her naked, wet, curvy little body out of my head. But then her walking in on me getting off… I’m guessing that’s pushed her into the valley of pissed off even more.
I’m mad at myself for letting her see that but I also can’t get the image of her chewing her lip out of my head. The look in her eyes was like fire, the way it flared and danced. It was truly hypnotizing.
She’s so fucking sexy, and she doesn’t even know the effect she has. The things I’d do to that lithe little body if I had the chance. She’s so tiny though, I’d be afraid of breaking her in two. But the things she makes me feel without even touching me is incredible and so powerful. Maybe I’d be the one to break in two if she had her way with me.
It’s my day off from work but I’m not really sure what to do with myself. I had planned to spend the day trying to fix things with Tash and working to make things a bit less awkward between us after the whole bathroom incident. Things haven’t been the same since then. She’s been avoiding me like crazy and I hate it. Now, she’s going to be even more standoffish.
I’m now left with my last resort to get her to talk to me. I tried giving her space, that only ended up doubling my frustrations. I’ve tried giving her time, and that’s ended with her walking in on me jerking out my frustrations. After which she’ll probably never look me in the eye again.
No, I’ll need help, in fact, this is a job for a professional.
I can’t help pacing as the phone rings against my ear. Come on Gabby, pick up.
“Gabby! Finally, what took so long?” I huff.
“Well, Sam wa-” She doesn’t get any more than that out before I quickly cut her off.
“I really don’t wanna know what Sam was doing. Look, I need your help.” The only issue, what do I say happened. If I say anything too detailed she’ll start asking questions, or start placing blame. No, I just need to keep it as vague as possible. “Tash has been avoiding me.”
“Why?” Hmm. Why indeed Gabby. I suck my lips between my teeth to contain the truth of why Tash isn’t talking to me. I could laugh at how ridiculous this all is but I’m pretty sure Gabby is going to kill me when she finds out the real reason behind Natasha’s resistance. It’s a pretty valid reason not to talk to someone but Gabby’s going to be even more pissed when she realizes I used her to get Natasha’s attention.
“I really can’t think of any reason.” I throw my voice to sound as innocent as possible like I’m the victim in all of this. “I don’t know what else I can do. Could you please talk to her? Just tell me how to fix it. I’m begging you, Gabs.”
“Yeah, yeah. No problem. Get your panties out of a twist,” she sasses.
“Thank you.” I heave a relieved sigh before we hang up. I should have just gone straight to her for advice last week. My chest feels a little lighter knowing that Gabby will sort it out or at least try. I know Gabby, and while she’ll be pissed, she’s also rooting for Natasha and I to get together. She’ll do anything to get me back into Tash’s good graces.
9
Bree
Ican’t ignore the guilt that’s eating away at my gut. In my insistence to avoid Luke, I’ve been finding all new ways and reasons to get out of the house. At midnight last night, I even signed up for an art class. I’ve taken swimming lessons, picked up extra shifts at work, and even volunteered to walk a friend from works’ dogs. I don’t even like dogs!
But while I’ve been busy and keeping out of the house, I’ve been having to leave Whiskey all by her lonesome. Well, I know Luke is there sometimes but that’s not the point. I can already see the change in her. She’s had a chip on her shoulder since I decided to go out and get a life. I think she must think I’m neglecting her. I didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye to her this morning.
I had been in such a hurry to storm out leaving Luke staring at my dust that I’d not only forgotten about my cat but also my swimming costume and my uniform for work.
My phone rings, again. And yet again, it’s Gabby. This must be the fourth or fifth time she’s rang this morning.
I’m starting to think something might be wrong but I don’t feel ready to talk to her, not yet. We haven’t really had the chance to talk much lately and I think she’s starting to notice that I’m avoiding her too. I suck in a breath, pull up my big girl panties and answer the phone to my best friend.
“Well, heeeeeey Gabby.” I sing out cheerily, not wanting to tip her off.
“Don’t you ‘hey Gabby’ me, little miss. Where the hell have you been? I’ve been calling and calling, and I know something’s up when you’re not picking up your phone. Now, spill it!”
“Nothing’s up, I’ve just been...busy?” Wow, I really am a terrible liar. Even I heard the questioning tone in my voice there, that was pathetic. I may have been going overboard with the errands and classes this week but anyone who knows me, knows I’m usually never busy. It even feels weird saying it.
“Liar. Tell me what’s going on with you,” she begs.
“Luke walked in on me naked.” Although it’s kind of yesterday’s news now.
“What!”
“Yeah. And then I walked in on him...” And it was fucking H-O-T.
“You walked in on him? What do you mean?”
