Page 76 of Be Your Anything
“Fuck, Lennon.”
I push in once or twice more and come, too, my body stretching taut as every muscle and nerve ending goes on overdrive.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I say as I come back down, my muscles beginning to relax.
Both of us slump over onto the soft carpet. Lennon’s panting, lying on her side, looking away from me. I don’t like it, so I turn her over, tug her close so she’s resting against my chest, my arms wrapped around her.
“That was…wow,” she mumbles against my sweaty chest, and I can’t help the rumble of laughter that falls out of my mouth at her words.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” I respond, eliciting a small giggle from her.
A giggle that feels like someone tickling up the length of my spine, giving me a shiver—a good one, one that makes me smile and pull her closer.
We both take a few moments to catch our breath, to calm ourselves and let our bodies cool down.
She pulls back, her eyes searching for mine, and when I look at her, she shimmies closer and gives me a tender kiss. It’s sweet and romantic and loving, exactly what this moment calls for.
My mouth opens on instinct and my tongue seeks hers, my hand lifting to rest softly on her beautiful face as I give her a kiss that’s wrapped in intimacy and depth and passion.
And it’s at that exact moment, that beautiful moment with Lennon, that I realize what I’ve done.
That I remember why I originally came here.
It wasn’t to have sex with her or go back to our ‘arrangement’, if you can call being fuck buddies an arrangement.
And now, here we are, wrapped together, naked and emotional and sated in the best way.
I pull back from the kiss and look into her eyes, my heart nearly cracking in two when I see the way she looks at me.
Like she belongs to me. Like I belong to her.
And I don’t.
I’m tucking my phone into my pocket when Lennon comes back downstairs wrapped in a silk robe. I love when she wears that thing. She thinks it covers her body, but it slips across her skin in the best ways, revealing her curves and showcasing her nipples, which point through the fabric.
“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask if I can tag along sometime this week when you go surfing,” she says, surprising me. “I’ve been meaning to mix up my exercise, and it’s been a while since I’ve gone.”
I grin at her. “Yeah. You wanna come with me tomorrow?”
She nods. “Absolutely.”
“Five-ish?”
“God, I can’t believe you get up that early.”
I chuckle. “The early bird gets the wave.”
“That’s not how that saying goes.”
“It’s howmysaying goes.” I step towards her and place a friendly kiss on her temple then head to the door.
Spinning on my heel, I give her a small wave before heading out, closing the door softly behind me.
It isn’t until I’ve climbed into my truck’s cab and pulled away from her house that the reality of my actions really smacks me in the face.
Remmy’s warning from the Fourth comes back like a virus, reminding me that I have the potential to hurt my friend, that by continuing our sexual relationship, I could be doing irreparable harm.
It wasn’t until I was crawling into bed that evening alone that I realized we still hadn’t slept together. She went back to her parents’ house again that night then left on the fifth, saying she needed to get back to Santa Barbara for a doctor’s appointment and a job interview.
