Page 68 of Where We Met

She takes a sip then starts rummaging through the fridge. She's wearing cutoff jean shorts. My dick stirs as I get a glimpse of the bottoms of her ass cheeks.

I wish I could pull them off and drag my tongue up her crack. I'm suddenly aware that I never got a chance to play with her ass. I hear her muffled, distant voice, but my brain is too distracted conjuring up images of my tongue and her ass.

"Luke!" I hear her shout through my fog.

I shake my head. "What?"

"Were you just staring at my ass?" she asks with her hip resting on the counter and a knife in one hand.

My eyes open wide. "Umm, I'll answer when you put the knife down."

She rolls her eyes and turns toward the counter and begins to cut some vegetables.

"Seriously, you're not making it easy to remain friends," she mumbles to herself.

"Excuse me." I lean forward, elbows resting on the counter. "You're the one who's strutting around here in shorts that show your ass cheeks when you bend over."

"Are you saying I'm dressing like a slut or something?"

My head falls back. Dammit. I didn't expect that to backfire.

She starts laughing then winks. "Kidding!"

I take another sip of wine and watch her as she throws olive oil and seasoning on the vegetables and puts them in the oven with some chicken.

She hops up on the counter and grabs her glass. We're now eye to eye. I look down at her legs and my eyes continue up to her face.

"How was your day?" she asks, oblivious to what she does to me.

I sigh. "It was alright. It's hard to get right back into the thick of it after a trip. There's a ton of paperwork that needs to be done for a new deal. But I did get a chance to speak to Giorgio on the phone a bit more as the contract is being written up. He told me to say hi."

A small blush forms on her cheeks.

"He's so sweet. I can't believe he even thought about me."

She underestimates the affect she has on people. She could change the world if she wanted to.

Without thinking, my hand comes up to her leg and runs up and down the length of it.

"Nobody could forget someone like you. You're too special."

She looks down at my hand then back up at me. Her hand reaches down to mine. Just as I think she's going to push it away, she gives it a squeeze.

"You make me feel different. Like I'm worth…" she struggles to get her words out. I see her trying to blink away tears then she shakes her head. "I don't understand what you see."

My head falls to the side as I study her for a second. "I know what I see. You just won't let yourself see it too. I'm not sure what is stopping you, but I'm going to change your mind one day. One day, you're going to look at yourself in the mirror and know your worth."

A tear escapes and runs down her cheek. I gently swipe it away with my thumb.

"Thank you," she whispers.

"No problem," I reply. "I'll catch all of your tears."

She shakes her head. "No, thank you for your words," she pauses, "and for catching my tears."

The timer beeps, pulling us out of the moment.

She jumps off the counter and takes the food out of the oven.

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