27. Sy
27
SY
The sky was a deep blue by the time we drifted off to sleep. We would fuck, and then laugh together before going back to fucking. I’d lost count of how many times I’d touched her since we got home.
Even as I poured myself a cup of coffee the next morning, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I had to remind myself that despite how good it all felt, it would be better for both of us if we didn’t do it again.
It was one thing to cross the line once, to let ourselves answer the question once and for all, but to do it again… then it got complicated.
I took a sip of the black coffee, letting the bitter taste shock my system. If I had any hope of surviving my catering shift tonight, I’d have to convince my body that I hadn’t walked from midtown to Chinatown or stayed up all night sleeping with my best friend and roommate.
After a couple sips of coffee, I heard stirring from Jenna’s room. Before last night, I hadn’t spent much time there – only occasionally sitting on her bed while she got ready for a date or work.
But now, I felt like I’d memorized every inch of her walls and knew all the names of her plants.
When the door cracked open, Jenna stuck her head out like an ostrich.
Her eyes met mine, widening as she realized she’d been caught. Lowering her head, she covered her tired, beautiful face with her hands and let out a raspy laugh. “Morning.”
“Morning.” I smiled back at her. Any hopes I had of playing it cool were out the window, not when she looked like that. She’d thrown on a big t-shirt, one I couldn’t be sure wasn’t mine, and short pajama shorts that showed off her legs. Legs I’d spent all night kissing and caressing.
Turning around, I grabbed her coffee mug and poured her a cup, leaving her enough space for milk.
She grabbed the oat milk carton from the fridge and stirred the milk in. “So…” Jenna started as she stared into the light brown liquid.
“So.” I nodded.
“That was really fun.” Jenna licked her lips, a flirty smile still lingering on her mouth.
“It was.”
A silence came over us, neither of us knowing how to talk about it.
Taking the lead, I cleared my throat. “As much as I want to do it again, I don’t want to put you in a weird position before moving.”
Jen pursed her lips together as she took a sip of coffee, a slight pout on her face. “Right. It’d be too complicated. And I love our friendship.”
“Yeah. And who knows if we could handle being casual while living together, ya know?”
“Definitely. Plus, I hate long distance.”
Nodding, I looked away. “Same.”
We both sat down on the couch. Wincing as I sat, it felt impossible to just move past this.
But there it was, it was better if we didn’t try anything. We’d find out, we do have insane chemistry – the most I’d ever had with anyone inside and out of the bedroom.
And that was all it would be, just a one-time thing.
The last thing I wanted was to make Jenna feel obligated to stay just to see this through.
Taking a last swig of my coffee, I looked at her. “Cool, I’m glad we talked about it then. I don’t mean to run out, but I have a shift in a few so I should go get showered and head out.”
Jenna nodded and smiled.
I leaned over to her, hoping a hug could reset the vibe. But as we wrapped our arms around each other, and her smell wafted into my nose, I felt my whole body get excited again. I couldn’t stop myself from picturing her face as I slid inside her.
My heart was racing in my chest when I forced myself to pull away from her strong grip.
I’m completely fucked.