Page 10 of Always Yours

His shock turns to curiosity now. “Who and what is thiswebusiness?” he asks, waving a hand in my direction.

I head into the kitchen and grab a beer, stalling as I try and figure out how much I want to tell Greg.

“Will,” he says, the tone in his voice suggesting he’s not letting me get away with saying nothing.

“What?” I ask, turning to face him.

He stares at me, a confused look on his face that suddenly breaks into a huge smile. “Oh my fucking god, you got laid,” he says, pointing at me.

“What?” I repeat, even as I feel my cheeks start to heat.

“You totally did,” he says, a wide grin plastered on his face. “Wait,” he stops, his smile disappearing. “How the hell does getting sprayed by a skunk equate to you getting laid? This wasn’t some weird ass fetish thing, was it?”

“Oh my fucking god,” I say, repeating his words back as I roll my eyes at him. “You’re an idiot, you know that, right?”

Greg shrugs, following me out to the living room. “Whatever. Tell me about the getting laid part.”

I flop onto the couch as my mind wanders back to the last eight or so hours. When I’d woken up this morning at my buddy’s house, hungover as all hell and sporting an even bigger headache courtesy of the blade from the ceiling fan that flew off and clocked me in the head, I’d never in my wildest dreams expected to meet a girl, get sprayed by a skunk, get laid and then find myself falling for said girl.

But as the day had worn on, that’s exactly what had happened. Ellen was just so easy to be around, funny and a total smart ass, she just ticked all the boxes. Of course being hot and not at all opposed to putting out on the first date or whatever, was a huge bonus. But it wasn’t just about that. I actually really liked her.

“Will,” Greg says, interrupting my trip down memory lane. “What the fuck happened here today?”

I turn. “Got sprayed by a skunk,” I say, shrugging. “Met a girl too.”

“And got laid.”

I smile this time, but say nothing.

The next day, I find myself loitering around the business school even though it’s on the other side of campus to the labs I’ve just spent all afternoon in. I feel like a bit of a dick, but whatever, I want to see her.

Last night we’d texted back and forth a bit, mostly about her car and my clothes, Ellen promising she’d take care ofgetting the car towed and returning my stuff. I hadn’t really cared about either, was more interested in when I could see her again, but for some reason, hadn’t brought that up.

“You stalking me?” a familiar voice suddenly says.

I turn and find Ellen behind me, a grin on her face as she looks up at me. She looks fucking adorable, bundled up in a jacket, a beanie on her head and scarf wrapped around her neck.

I grin. “Maybe,” I say, rocking on my heels, hands shoved in my pockets.

She smiles at me for a few seconds before turning and waving goodbye to some friends hovering behind her. I watch as they all eye me off before turning to Ellen and shouting their goodbyes.

“So,” she says, turning to face me again.

“So,” I repeat. Her grin widens and I find myself smiling back at her. “You wanna go grab something to eat?” I suggest.

Ellen cocks an eyebrow. “Like a date or something?”

I chuckle. “Yeah, like a date.”

She stares up at me, her eyes shining in the cold air. “Okay,” she eventually says, biting her bottom lip.

My eyes drop to her mouth and I find myself stepping closer, my hand sliding around her waist as I lower my head and put my mouth against hers. Ellen pushes up on her toes, her lips pressing against mine as they open and I feel the warmth of her breath, her tongue as it slips into my mouth.

“Fuck,” I groan, pulling her even closer.

I feel her smile against my mouth as her arms wrap around me. I don’t know how long we stand here kissing for, but when we pull back, both of us are breathing hard, our breath coming out in white puffs.

“You’re an evil temptress, you know that,” I whisper, my forehead against hers.

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