Page 32 of The Rescue

Both our eyes lock as we huff and puff from the quick sprint and giddiness. I think maybe he could kiss me, by the way his eyes keep darting from my eyes down to my lips. His adam’s apple bobs up and down, and his chest is rising and falling.

A small piece of his hair has fallen in front of his face, and I reach up and gently move it out of his eyes for him. That impulsive move breaks whatever moment was going to happen between us.Damn it, I went too far.

“Come on, let’s get out of the cold,” he turns around and unlocks the door.

We walk through the dark kitchen of the cafe and up the stairs to the flat in silence. We enter the warm flat and stop outside our bedroom doors, we linger a little too long. I feel like an idiot for brushing his hair out of his face, I hope he doesn’t think I was trying to make a move on him. I’m not that desperate to make a move on someone who’s had a shitty night.

“Goodnight,mo beag.”

There he goes again, calling me that in Gaelic. It makes my skin tingle in all the right and wrong places. Hearing him speak in his native language is such a turn on. I could sit and listen to him speak Gaelic for hours. I need to remember to ask someone to translate it for me. My head starts to hurt, is he doing all this because he sees me as a friend or more? Rabbie seems like that type of guy who is overly nice to everyone he meets.

“Night.” I barely get out.

We both turn and enter our bedrooms, closing the doors quietly behind us. I sink back against the door and order my heart to stop beating so fast. I’m kicking myself because Dylan was right, Rabbie isn’t the type of guy for casual hookups. After tonight it’s clear that we’re both on different pages. It’s a shame because there was weird, electric tension between us tonight, I know he could feel it too.

He called me a friend. I cringe at the thought, I’ve been crushing on him this whole time. And even if he is interested in me, things could get messy because I’m not looking for anything serious. The last thing I’d want is to hurt him, he’s too sweet and kind to fuck around with. The quicker I can get the website finished, the quicker I can get out of here and not be around him.

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Rabbie

After last night,I wake feeling flat and anxious.The bombshell my nan dropped on me was shocking to say the least. My nan hasn’t heard from my mum in over five years, and my dad even longer. My mum would always turn up by herself when she came asking for money, because she knew my nan hated my dad and would never let him step foot in her house.

I feel like a fool for thinking she was calling to ask about me. I’m twenty seven years old. Why would it be different from all the other times? The wee lad deep inside me has been hoping all these years that she would call to tell me that she missed me.

I cringe at the memory that Crystal was there to witness my fucked up family drama. What was meant to be a nice Sunday dinner with my nan and Crystal, turned to shit. I invited so I could get to know her better, especially now that we’re living together.

I expected her to freak out and run, I’m shocked that she didn’t seem phased or uncomfortable by it, she took it in her stride. Especially when my nan was giving her a hard time with all the questions.

And the way she made me feel when we were walking home, usually my friends are quick to acknowledge it, and brush over it as if it’s a hard topic for me.

As if it’s a touchy subject to talk about my parents, and how they don’t want anything to do with me. They think if they mention it, it will shatter me into a million tiny pieces. I’m stronger than they think, I’ve got by this far on my own. I accepted the abandonment a long time ago, but sometimes my friends feel guilty talking about their perfect families, it makes me feel worse. It’s the giant elephant in the room when it comes to talking about their families, but I’d rather them talk about it. But they never talk about stuff like that with me, and it makes me feel like a freak that nobody loves.

I thought Crystal was going to pry and start asking questions as soon as we left my nan’s house, but she waited and listened when I was ready to share. She offered a safe space for me to open up, and it knocked me off my feet. She said all the right things, I felt seen.

Then it quickly turned light and happy between us, which I was grateful for. I hate it when it always has to be deep and sombre. She saw that I didn’t want to dwell on it and made it her mission to shift our moods.

After we raced each other back to Sweet Treats, and she moved my hair out of my face, I was so close to kissing her. The urge I had to feel her soft plump lips against mine was so intense, it took every will in my body to fight back the need to kiss her. I didn’t want the first time I kissed her to be associated with that memory.Wait, now I was thinking about when our first kiss will be?

I wish I wasn’t so fucked up in the head when it comes to relationships. I wish I had the balls to actually make a move and not get in my head about it. The fear of rejection is so overpowering, it makes me retreat every time I think I could be brave enough to act on my feelings.

I toss and turn in bed before I give in to frustration of having an extra half an hour in bed, and get up. My body clock always wakes before sunrise without fail, and I woke up extra early this morning after such a fretful night of sleep. I make sure to get dressed before heading out into the kitchen. I usually sleep in my boxers and don’t worry about getting dressed until I have to go downstairs to start work. But, having Crystal staying with me, I want to be respectful of sharing a space with a woman. That means no walking around my flat half naked, and definitely not leaving the toilet seat up.

I sneak out of my bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as I can because it’s early, and I’d hate to wake her. I’m still half asleep when I head into the kitchen, and find her half naked making herself a bowl of cereal. I rub my eyes to make sure I’m not dreaming.

Her eyes lock with mine, and I try my hardest not to let my eyes gravitate south to her perky round breasts in a small strappy top, and the shorts leave little to the imagination of how perfect her arse would fit in my hand. Her pyjama set, if you would even call it pyjamas, are very cute; white with little red hearts all over them.

I silently thank myself for getting dressed before I came out to the kitchen, as I can already feel my cock harden as I can see small little peaks form under her top. Her nipples are stiff from the brisk morning, and my mouth waters from the thought of warming them up in my mouth. Would she let out a soft little moan as I sucked on those little peaks?

The silence is deafening, and I’m pretty sure she’s caught me checking her out by the smirk on her face. She folds her arms and that pushes her breasts further up, and now I definitely can’t take my eyes off them. The urge to graze my fingers over the soft curve of her collarbone and down over her breasts is too much.

She finally turns around to grab her cereal, and I quickly take the chance to rearrange my erection before she finds out that I really am a pervert. I hired her to create a website, and I’m here drooling over her in a teeny tiny top and shorts. Talk about being professional. Who am I kidding? I think professionalism went out the window when I invited her to stay with me.

“Good morning,” she smiles at me as she sits down at the table.

“Morning, do you ever sleep?”

She smirks at me as I make myself a bowl of cereal, and sit down across from her at the table.

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