Page 47 of It's Complicated

“It’s weird being mopey. But yeah, I’ll be fine. Just need to go home and distract myself.”

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Zander tossed us a quick wave.

“Have a good shift,” Asa said.

“See ya tomorrow.” I waved back.

“So, you’re going to go home and distract yourself, huh?” Asa shot me a knowing smile and closed his locker.

“Yup. Probably game with Jamie or something,” I said, trying to sound casual and like I wasn’t chomping at the bit to see Jamie.

“Uh huh.” He leaned against his locker and eyed me.

“Why do I feel like you’re trying to tell me something without actually saying it?”

“Because I am.”

“I’m not picking up what you’re putting down.”

“Are you not picking it up or are you purposely walking past it?” he asked.

“Walking past it?” I smiled sheepishly. “I have no idea what we’re talking about anymore. That metaphor got away from me.”

“All good.” He smiled. “I’m just saying that I imaginegamingwith Jamie will be very distracting.”

As far as I could tell, Asa was the only one who’d figured out something was going on between me and Jamie. He was weirdly intuitive that way. It was hard to slip anything by him.

“It’s a great distraction.” I shot him a cheesy grin.

“I’ll bet.” Chuckling, he slipped his hoodie on. “And just so you know, I haven’t talked to anyone about yourdistractions.”

“Thanks.” I glanced around the changing area. Jesse would be coming back here any second. “I appreciate that.”

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to tell Jesse, nor was I hiding it from him. I just wasn’t ready to tell anyone, not until we knew what the hell was going on.

Asa was the exception, but only because he figured it out on his own.

“Of course. What you do is your business.” He slipped the straps of his backpack over his shoulders. “Same as who you do.” He checked the time. “Gotta run. See ya tomorrow.”

“Bye.” I watched as he hurried out of the room, leaving me alone and standing in front of my locker.

Jamie and I had fallen into a routine the past couple of weeks. We’d come home after work, have dinner, and hang out until it was time to go to bed.

It was pretty much the same as our old routine, only now it involved kissing and orgasms.

The first few days of our new arrangement were awkward as fuck, with both of us trying to pretend like nothing was different while simultaneously feeling each other out like we were middle schoolers with our first crushes.

It started with little things, like sitting close enough on the couch that our legs and arms brushed while we watched TV or one of us putting our hand on the other’s back or arm while we talked about random stuff.

All the little touches that had seemed so innocuous in the past suddenly set my blood on fire. Off-the-cuff comments thatwould have been completely innocent a month ago were now laden with innuendo.

It was like living in a constant state of anxiety mixed with arousal, which somehow made every time we pushed past the line of friendship and hooked up that much more intense and satisfying.

Especially the times he made the first move.

Some nights we blew each other or used our hands; other times we rubbed off against each other. No matter what we ended up doing, there was lots of kissing involved and post-orgasm cuddles that I liked as much as the actual orgasms.

That part was awesome. I had my best friend back, and we were getting off on the regular.

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