Page 40 of One More Weekend

Quickly, 34th Street became 23rd Street. And 23rd became 14ths.

My feet were aching by the time we reached Delancey/Essex. Every couple blocks, Sy had asked how my feet felt; if it was okay that we were still walking.

And despite the aching, I hadn’t gotten any blisters and the breeze felt amazing.

“If these heels break, you owe me a new pair.” I winked as we crossed into Chinatown at Canal Street.

The city was alive now, office workers having gone home to change before becoming bar-goers. Now, groups burst out of bars while drunk college kids stumbled around laughing. But Sy and I chatted and laughed, our skin brushing together every few feet as we avoided one obstacle or another.

Until we were back in Two Bridges, just blocks from our place. Sy started peeking over at me ten blocks ago. If she was thinking what I was, she was looking to see if the feeling was still there.

It definitely was for me.

As we got closer, our steps grew more hurried. Turning the corner of Bowery and onto Catherine Street, we were basically running toward our front door.

Sy slipped the keys from her pocket and quickly flipped the lock. We moved up the stairs as quickly as we could, nearly tripping all over ourselves as we moved. Each flight felt like a lifetime, my heart racing from the walk, the stairs, and the anticipation.

Once we reached our landing, Sy threw open the door and set her keys on the hook by the door.

When the door slammed closed behind us, I turned to face her.

Standing there, Sy flashed that charming smile, the one I’d gotten so used to over the last few weeks.

She bridged the gap between us, pressing her lips into mine again. This time I could feel the feverish rush of how badly she’d wanted me.

“Did you use that walk to try and cool this off?” I asked between kisses, hardly able to breathe as I took her in.

Nodding, Sy grabbed my hips and moved me toward my bedroom door. “Yes, I thought I could hold it off. But I’ve waited too many years.”

The words surprised me as I tried to process them over the throbbing of my center. This whole time I’d assumed that Sy was never interested, that I just wasn’t her type. But now the truth was coming out and I wasn’t sure what it meant.

As we neared my bedroom door, I slammed my hands into the doorframe to stop our momentum. I broke the spell just long enough to mutter, “I’m not going to stay just because we’re hooking up.”

“Good,” Sy murmured between ragged breaths as she pressed her lips into the skin of my neck. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Nodding, I’d gotten what I needed before I could let this go all the way.

And now I was unstoppable. I reached down to her belt buckle, undoing it with one hand and without breaking away from her lips.

Sy groaned. “Jesus, you did that fast.”

“I know what I’m doing.” Giggling, I reached for the buttons of her button-down next.

Matching my energy, Sy started to undo the top buttons until our hands met in the middle. She grabbed each edge and threw it behind herself, slipping her arms out of the arm holes and letting the green knit fall to the ground.

My eyes widened as I looked at her lean torso, a tight, cotton sports bra lightly compressing her chest and the rest just skin.

Her stomach tensed under my fingers, the ridges of her abs flexing.

“Sy, fuck.”

“Yes?” Sy let her lips drag down my neck to my collarbone, hovering over the bony spot before moving down toward my breasts.

Between moans, all I could manage was a moan. “You’re fucking hot.”

I’d said it a hundred times over the course of our friendship. But it was always a coded compliment to reassure her that whatever dumbass had dumped her was missing out. I shiver went down my spine at being able to speak the whole truth.

Sy laughed, a deep rumble coming from her chest as she reached her hands around my back. “I thought you might be a vision when I first saw you.”

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