Page 61 of Bending The Rules

The pavement was always a good place to work hard decisions out.

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Should I ring the doorbell, or not?

I paced back and forth in front of Justin’s front door, freezing my ass off while I tried to decide if Ireallywanted to do this or not. I’d avoided him for three days, only to find myself at his house unannounced, sweaty – and probably smelly – from a run.

Ha.

Sweaty and smelly was probably a good combination for making sure this visit remained platonic. And Ineededit to remain platonic. Because despite his declaration that us giving in to the urge to sleep together was simple, it was complicated as hell in my mind. As far as I was concerned, it wasn’t happening again until we were on the same page, with a clear, concise understanding of what we were doing.

My legs would stay closed today, because I wasn’t ready to have that conversation.

Today, I needed my friend.

I pushed the button that would send out the loud chime letting him now I was here, and then immediately regretted it. What if Bri was here, and she was sleeping? What if he was writing, and I was interrupting? What if… someone else had spent the night, and was still here? What if this was a horrible friggin’ idea?

Just when I was wondering if I was fast enough to run off before he got to the door, it swung open, and there was Justin’s handsome face on the other side.

“This is a nice surprise,” he said, leaning in the doorframe. “I thought you were avoiding me, after… the party.”

“I was. But I need to talk to you. Well… need your advice, that is.”

He nodded. “Come in.”

He stepped aside for me to squeeze past him, into the warmth of the house. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything. I know it’s not exactly polite to just drop by without calling, but I was running, and I… before I knew it, I was here.”

“From the hotel?” He raised an eyebrow. “That’s what, four miles?”

“Just three.”

“Just?” He chuckled, then motioned for me to follow him down the hall. “I just got back from dropping Bri off at school. Was about to try to make some progress on my manuscript.”

I grinned. “Ah, the mystery manuscript.”

He led me into his office, and dropped into a seat at his desk. “Yeah. It’s going slow, but I’m plugging away. Trying to have it finished by the end of the year.”

“Nice.”

He looked up at where I’d perched with my hip against the side of the desk, and scowled. “Nice? That’s all I get?”

“What more can I give? You won’t tell me anything about it, so…”

“I guess you have a point there. Alright, come here.”

I looked at the tiny distance between us, and shook my head, confused. “Uh…?”

“Comehere,” he repeated, patting the top of his leg, and I froze for a second.

“I… um… Justin, I’m all sweaty and stuff, I probably should—well, okay then,” I said, as he grabbed my hand, pulling me down into his lap.

“You really think I’m concerned about a little sweat?”

I shifted in his lap, trying not to touch his dick. “Well, I probably stink, too.”

“You don’t.”

I let out a sigh, which also went ignored as he reached around me to wake his computer up. There wasso much contact, and he smelled so good, and his body was so warm that I wanted to prop up my feet, and bury my nose in his neck, and curl into a ball in his lap.

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