Page 74 of Trial and Error

I look at my sister and narrow my eyes. “Since when did you become an Agony Aunt?” I ask, causing her to laughs.

“Since you’re incapable of making good choices when it comes to men.”

We both laugh as we finish her laundry and I revel in the warmth of my sister’s company. I’ve got the best sister in the world and I’m so lucky to have her.

Friends may come and go, but sisterhood is for life.

elias

I haven’t heard from Bridget since the night at my brother’s place.

I’ve been tempted to message her to make sure she’s okay, but Isobel told me to give her some space, so I listened. I went back to their place after I dropped her off and offloaded all my thoughts and feelings to them.

Apparently, I’m in a lot deeper than I thought, and I’m pretty sure I’m in way deeper than Bridget is. I never realized how much I craved someone like Bridget until she was dangled in front of me. I’ve been physically attracted to her since that night in that damn nightclub, but getting to know her on an emotional level, amplified things and it makes me realize I’m attracted to every fibre of her being.

No woman I’ve ever dated has been as emotionally intellectual as she her. I’ve never met someone so in touch with their emotions—and I’ve been in plenty of relationships with women who have the emotional maturity of a teenager but it’s not like that with Bridget. I feel like we connect in so man ways and our emotional connection runs deep, not to mention our physical connection is almost cosmic. Being intimate with Bridget is the safest I’ve felt in a long time, and I hope she felt the same.

Knowing Bridget has a guard up during sex, makes me want to work as hard as I can to help her overcome those barriers. I want nothing more than for her to trust me completely and open up to me in ways she’s not been able to before.

Today is Monday, and that means back to work. While I enjoy working for my brother, sometimes I wish I didn’t have to work at all. Being his accountant has its perks and I love how laid back he is and that he always trusts my decisions and thoughts. I work in the office most of the week, but Mondays and Fridays are my work from home days—I can’t be surrounded by people for more than three days a week.

My eyes flick down to my cell, and I hate that I’m sitting here waiting for her to message me, when I’m more than capable of messaging her. So, without a second thought, I grab my phone and open our chat.

Me

Can I see you?

Three little dots appear instantly.

Bridget

Well, hello. I’m doing great, thanks for asking. How’re you?

I roll my eyes at her sarcasm.

Me

I’m glad to hear it. I’m also good.

Her reply is instant.

Bridget

Come over later? I’ll make dinner.

Her text tells me she can’t wait to see me, and the smile I’m wearing stays etched on my face until it’s time to call it quits for the day.

I get to Bridget’s house before she does, and I’m sitting on the wall outside her apartment building with a bouquet of snapdragons as she walks down the street. She looks tired as she roots through her handbag with a frown on her face. Her blonde hair is twisted up and as she turns her head to the side, I see the brown claw grip holding it up to her head.

She looks devastatingly gorgeous in her shin-length navy dress. The tight material clings to her like a second skin and the savage in me wants nothing more than to rip it off. The neckline is high and stretches across the expanse of her chest under her camel trench coat. The collars lay flat against her shoulders, with the belt dangling down at her sides. Her feet are adorned in beige heels that compliment her pale skin, and I can’t help but let my eyes wander up and over her.

As my gaze roams to her face, a smile pulls at my lips when her eyes meet mine. She looks dishevelled and tired. I stand from where I’m seated and walk toward her. Her shoulders slump slightly, and when I hold my arm open for her, she steps forward and leans into me. Her head rests against my collarbone and she expels a loud sigh. My arm instantly curls around her and I rest my head against the top of hers.

“Rough day?” I ask as I rub soothing circles on her back, and she nods. “Come on. Let’s go inside.”

Pulling back, she looks up at me tiredly and lifts her chin. Her eyes dart to my mouth then back up to my eyes, and I know she wants me to kiss her. I raise my brow at her silent command, but when she lifts her chin again, it’s apparent she wants me to make the move. I waste no time in capturing her soft lips between my own and she sags into me as I run my tongue along the seam of her lips. She parts her mouth instantly, and I moan into her as her hot tongue slides against my own in slow, tantalizing movements.

Bridget presses one last kiss against my lips before pulling back as she grabs her keys from her bag and leads the way to her apartment. I can tell from the way she stiffens that she’s embarrassed by the state of her apartment, but the kiss I place behind her ear relaxes her.