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“Sounds like I’m safe.” I attempt a lighthearted tone, even as unhappiness bleeds into my chest. No boyfriend, but also no interest in one.
How can I convince her that I’m worth the time?
We spend the rest of the ride in silence, listening to the classic rock station I favor. I hand out a direction when needed, and Holly hums along to the songs she knows.
“It’s going to be the last one up here on the left.”
The townhouse I’m so familiar with but I never thought I’d return to sits lit up just a few feet back from the sidewalk.
We have to go down another block before we can find a free space to park, but I’m glad to have the short walk together. I want to take her hand, pull her toward me so that I can wrap my arm around her waist. But that’s not how friends walk. Instead, we each keep our respective hands in our pockets. When we reach the front stoop, strains of soft jazz leak through the door. No top forty radio station for these girls.
“You ready?” My grip hesitates on the front handle as I glance back at Holly.
Part of me wants her to say no and suggest we go get dinner instead. The other part of me wants her to step forward, grab my hand, and confidently drag me into the party, as if I were hers to command.
Choosing neither of those options, Holly instead gives me a smile and a thumbs-up.
So, with a flourish, I pull the door open and grandly gesture for her to enter. As she passes, I catch a subtle honeysuckle scent drifting off her, and suddenly, I find those yellow flowers very arousing.
“You coming?”
If only, is about to slip off my tongue, but I stop myself from uttering the dirty wish and instead speak like a person who doesn’t only think about sex, “Lead the way.”
HOLLY
Ben keeps staring at me, and I have no idea if he’s normally so tempting or if he’s trying to have fuck me eyes.
And, now, he has me cursing! Even if it is only in my mind.
To try to clear the rising heat in my lady parts, I examine the house we’re in.
These girls have money; that’s for sure. The neighborhood’s clean sidewalks are lined with well-groomed trees, and this townhouse is spacious for someone living within city limits. Even with the rising tide of partygoers, we have no trouble moving around.
“Do you want something to drink?” Even though the room isn’t too loud, Ben leaned in close to softly ask the question near my ear. There’s a scent of mint, like he just brushed his teeth.
Dental hygiene is a total turn-on.
I wonder if he would taste minty if I were to press my lips against his, maybe dip my tongue in his mouth. With me in my heels and him leaning toward me, the destination isn’t that far away. I could slide my hands up his chest before wrapping my arms around his neck. He’d hug me to him, and as we kissed, I’d experience the warmth of his body all along mine, building enough heat until clothes wouldn’t seem necessary anymore.
“Holly?” Ben gazes down at me with curiosity.
I realize I never answered him and that my eyes have probably glazed over as I was daydreaming about mauling him with my mouth.
“Drink. Yes. I would like one.” And, now, I’m talking like Yoda.
Ben nods but doesn’t move away from me. “What were you thinking about just now?”
Shoot.
I made a big deal about honesty, and now, he’s asking for something I just can’t give him. There’s only one option, but I’m not sure it’ll get rid of the subject.
“I’d rather not say.”
A look of mild frustration crosses his face, but then he nods. “Let’s go get a drink.”
He let it go. What could have been awkward and uncomfortable just became a passing moment because Ben understood what I meant when I promised him honesty.
This guy just keeps getting more attractive. I certainly like the way he looks with his ruddy hair, easy smile, lithe and tall body with whips of muscle. He wears his clothes with precision, no wrinkles, well matched. Somehow, he makes his denim shirt look like business casual, tucked neatly into his deep gray pants.
