Page 72 of That Friendzone Feeling
Andwaking up with the sense that this could be the first morning of the rest of our lives.
Istretch my leg out behind me to strokeEmily’snaked sleeping form with my foot.
Nothing.
Istretch more and drag my foot up and down.
Nothingexcept empty bed.Damn.
Rollingonto my back revealsIam, indeed, alone.Andthere are noises coming from the other side of the loft.
Ithrow my arms over my head asIlet out a long sigh of disappointment.Somuch for giving her a morning to remember before she jets off toLA.
ButIcan still try to rustle up a coffee full of a bunch of sweet stuff to set her up for the trip.
Ithrow off the covers and retrieve my boxers from last night’s pile of rapidly discarded clothing.
AsImake my way through the living area and toward her room, the sounds become clearer.There’ssome zipping of bags, sliding of closet doors, and intermittent mutterings ofshitandfuck.
Itry not to laugh out loud at the sight that greets me whenIreach her door.
Emily, dressed in just jeans and a pink lace bra, is on the floor, one knee on top of a carry-on suitcase she’s trying to force shut.
Ifold my arms and lean against the doorway. “Toomany shoes.”
Emily’shead snaps up at the sound of my voice.
“It’salways too many shoes,”Itell her again.
Herthick shiny hair falls across half her scowling face. “Ineed the shoes.”
Sheturns her attention back to the case and draws the other knee up on top of it, now pressing down with her entire weight.Herbreasts jiggle deliciously inside their lacy pink cups. “AndI’mlate.”
“Letme help,”Isay, pushing myself off the doorway and moving toward her.
“I’mfine.”Shestays where she is, forcing down the lid with her knees as she inches the zipper closed.
“Seriously,Em.Ican do this while you finish getting dressed.Unlessyou’re planning on traveling like that.ButI’mnot sure the airlines allow it.”
“I’mfucking late,Walker.”Shedoesn’t even look up.
“Okay.Notin the mood for jokes.Gotit.”Ireach down to stroke her back. “But, please, let me help.”Herskin is warm and slightly damp from all the exertion.Exactlylike it was last night whenIcollapsed on top of her.
“I’mlate because of you.”Shegives the zipper tab agiant yank, and it rounds the corner, her fury with me obviously giving her super strength.
“What’sbecause of me?”
Sheswivels around on top of the case and starts work on the other end of the zipper. “ThatIoverslept.Myphone was in this room.”Theslider moves a few inches. “SoIdidn’t hear it when the alarm went off.”Afew more inches. “BecauseIwas in your bed.Notmine.”
AnothersuperpoweredI…Can’t…Stand…Walkertug, and she gets the slider to within just inches of meeting up with the other one.
MaybeIshould have thought to ask about an alarm or to check what time she needed to be at the airport before we went to sleep.Butmy mind wasn’t exactly thinking straight after being thoroughly blown by the most meaningful orgasm of my life.AndIcan’t help but feel a bit hurt by her blaming me.
“Youmight be being a little harsh.Tobe fair, that’s not necessarily my fault.Andyou can always get a later flight.Themovie thing isn’t till tomorrow.”
Icrouch in front of her, my eyes drawn to the pink lace and its contents.Shit,Ishould have put on something more than these boxers, which are leaving me on the brink of impending embarrassment.
Sheyanks the two ends of the zipper together and stands up.
