Page 21 of Pretend to be Mine
Ben
We finally make it home after playing another game of pool and a game of darts—where Savannah kicked my ass—and it’s late. Going on ten o’clock. We both say goodnight and go our separate ways. I don’t linger. Not after our almost-kiss last time—neither of us ever addressed it. I think it freaked us both out and put us in our place. If you play with fire, you get burned. And pretending to be a couple will be enough of a threat. I don’t intend on getting burned and I don’t think Savannah does either. We both carried ourselves pretty well today.
There was no almost-kiss, unnecessary touching, or flirting. We are just the best of friends, and that’s how I want things to stay. If only I could explain that to my dick, jumping with excitement every time I watched her bend over that pool table. I shake my head at myself as I envision it again while I’m locking the front door behind me.
I’m beat and have a little bit of a buzz, so I go straight to the bedroom to crash for the night, planning on showering in the morning. I crawl into bed and pull the blankets around me, passing out moments later.
* * *
After relieving myself first thing in the morning, I practically sleepwalk toward the kitchen to brew some coffee. Muffled music fills my ears, and I stop on my journey, wondering where it’s coming from. I listen harder, making out the words to the song. It’s Salt-N-Pepa. I smile as I walk to the front door and open it to find Savannah in my driveway, washing my car. I think my mouth drops open when I see her bend over the hood to wash the middle from the driver’s side. She’s wearing short cloth shorts and a bikini top.
I slip my feet into a pair of slides I have by the door and walk out. “What in the hell are you doing?” I ask, walking over to her.
“I lost a bet, so I’m paying up. What do you think?” She looks over at me with a grin.
“What’s with the music?”
“I thought this was your favorite CD?” Her eyes go wide, making me laugh. I bend down and grab an oversized sponge from the bucket of soapy water. I squeeze it as I sling it her way. The water splashes up her back and her spine bends inward out of shock.
“Hey!” she yells, doing the same thing with her sponge.
Suddenly, a huge water fight erupts. We’re taking turns dunking our sponges and flinging water at each other. Savannah’s completely soaked, with her shorts clinging to her ass and legs, and soap bubbles running over her toned stomach. My body aches to touch her, to pull her against me and fucking kiss the breath out of her—like I’ve wanted to do for ages, but I can’t let myself go there.
She grabs the hose and starts spraying it directly at me, soaking me. I duck and run around the car. We’re both laughing and gasping for air, but neither of us stop. We’re like a couple of kids without supervision. I run at her and wrap her up in my arms, trying to take the hose, but she turns it on me and sprays me from over her shoulder. My foot slides in my wet sandal and my ankle turns. I’m going down so I let her go, not wanting to take her with me. But her feet get tangled up with mine and we both fall.
Does that make her stop spraying? Nope. Savannah hits the ground laughing and continues her attack. I fight for the hose and we roll around, both not wanting to lose. Somehow, I end up on top of her. She’s on her back on the driveway and I’m between her legs. The moment that thought hits my brain, my dick betrays me and hardens. It’s extremely unfortunate that it just happens to harden against her core.
Her laughing suddenly stops and our eyes meet, almost in fear. I get control of my body and I remove myself from her. She gets on her feet and walks away, back to her house. I sit on my knees in the driveway until I hear her front door shut.
Fuck.
After a moment of chewing myself out, I get up and finish washing my car, not wanting to let it dry with bubbles all over it. When I finish, I empty the buckets, turn off the hose, squeeze out the water in the sponges, and put everything on her front porch. I turn and walk away, not ready to face her yet.
I go home and head straight for the shower. My body still feels on edge and rock hard no matter how much I try to talk it down. I take myself in hand and push myself over the edge, remembering how good her body felt against mine.
The rest of the day is spent cleaning, exercising to de-stress, and watching the game alone on my TV.
* * *
It’s the day we’re due to leave for the party and I haven’t seen Savannah since the day we washed my car. I’ve talked to her over text, though. She messaged me important details about our trip. I almost asked her to come over to watch the game the other day—but didn’t. I feel like maybe she hasn’t been around because she needs to put space between us, and I totally get it.
I’m just as confused as she probably is. I don’t understand this connection we seem to have and I’m in no position to explore it. I just hope that the space we’ve put between us has done some good. However, I have a feeling the moment we see one another again, everything will pick up where it left off. And I’m sure it will be even worse—now that it’s time to pretend we are a real couple.
I grab my bag and head out. The trunk on her car is open, so I put my bag inside along with my suit for the party. Just as I’m about to go inside, Savannah comes out and locks up behind her.
“Ready to go?”
I nod. “As I’ll ever be.”
We make the drive to the closest airport and board our plane. We arrive in Colorado on Friday morning, bright and early. Sleeping on the plane sucked, but we have all day to recover because the party isn’t until tomorrow evening.
We get off the plane and make the drive over to the hotel she booked. We both check in and head up to the fifth floor. We have our own rooms, but they’re side by side, and have a connecting door so we can wander back and forth. We both put our things away and open the door in the center.
“Breakfast?” Savannah asks from her side.
“Yes, please,” I reply from my side.
She walks into my room and we both go out my door and down to the restaurant for breakfast. We order mimosas and a huge spread of eggs, bacon, hash browns, and waffles. Instead of us each ordering our own plate, we ask for two empty plates and take a little of everything. We spend most of our morning doing nothing but eating breakfast and drinking.
