Page 30 of Friends That Break Us
“Did you run it over or something?” I ask, flipping it over and seeing the back shattered too.
He leans back onto the couch and lets out a sigh. “Yeah.”
I hand him back his phone, questions still swirling in my mind. I still don’t fully understand what happened, but I hold back from asking. Pressing him for answers last time only led to an argument, and the last thing I want is to stir that up again. Instead, I focus on his apology. It’s better to leave it alone. I don’t want to add to his stress.
“Well, I guess it’s time for an upgrade,” I say, playfully.
“Let’s go tomorrow when I get off work. It’s getting late now,” he says and pulls me into his arms. I go willingly. As he places a kiss on the top of my head, I wrap my arms around him, feeling more of him. It’s been a stressful week. I’m glad we’re able to come together now and not drag it out any longer.
I tilt my head to meet his gaze, and his eyes are soft, holding a guilt that makes my heart ache. Guilt, I’m sure, from this past week. He leans in, his lips brushing against mine, kissing me softly. My body molds to his as though the short distance we had over this weekend is fading away. The lingering tension from our recent argument feels nonexistent. Despite everything, I’ve missed him. It’s funny how even a short time apart can feel like an eternity.
His hands slide down my back, tracing a path that makes my center pulse in anticipation of his touch—his need. He grips my hips, guiding me onto his lap, and the shift sends a spark through me. Our breaths mix as I tangle my fingers in his hair, drawing him closer and deepening our connection. His hands grip my shirt, pulling it free from my body.
His hands tighten on my waist, his lips traveling down to my jaw and then to the curve of my neck. The tension between us shifts, no longer carrying the burden of last week.
He roams my body, exploring me like he’s rediscovering every inch. My heart races as his need grows more urgent. My whole body gives in completely, letting go of everything.
He breaks our kiss as he takes off his shorts. He wraps himself in his hand. I pull my pants off, eyeing his hunger for me. I curl my hands on the top of his shoulders as I guide myself down onto him. Slowly eases in and my mouth parts. His head falls back as his dark eyes stare back at me with so much need. He grips my hips and slams me down on top of him. Both of us catch our breath as our pleasure surrounds us.
The thought of him turning me down lingers in the back of my mind, and I can’t help but cringe at how much I overthought it. Of course, Zay wants me. There was never a doubt about that, not really. It was just his stress taking up all the space that I wanted. I guess I assumed that he’d want an outlet, a way to release some of it. But now, with the way his hands move overme, his touch speaks louder than words, telling me he not only wants me, he needs me, as if I’m theone.
“Hey, how can I help you guys?” The blond-haired, blue-eyed worker asks us. His name tag reads Michael.
I look up at him. “We’re looking into upgrading our phones,” I say, trying to figure out who he is because he looks familiar.
“Okay. Come over here and we’ll get you guys hooked up.” He turns toward a table with chairs.
I pull out a chair and sink into it, sighing softly as I sit because this is the first chance I’ve had to sit all day. After a long day of baking, my back feels stiff and sore from hours on my feet, and even sitting down makes my back ache.
I give him my number as he looks over our account. I’m still trying to figure out how I know him. He looks between us and says, “You guys can get the newest iPhones. Depending on the condition of your phone, you might be able to trade in your old phones to get some credit.”
Zay chuckles and pulls his phone out of his pocket. “I doubt this will be able to get traded in.”
He grabs the phone out of Zay’s hand. “Dang, man, what happened?”
Zay shrugs his shoulders. “Work.”
The same one-word reason he gave me. He still hasn’t expanded on exactly what he did to it at work. But I haven’t begged for more answers.
Last night after having sex, we cuddled up in bed together and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Something that hasn’t happened in a while. I remember always falling asleep in his arms when we were first dating. But it seems like it was always something we did in the young, giddy stages of love. Now, I need my sleep and sometimes even his heavy breathing gets on my nerves. I guess over time, or maybe with age, you just need your sleep in the way you need it. But last night was nice and different.
I hand him my phone. He sets Zays down and inspects mine. “Yours, I could give you eight hundred for it.”
“Oh, nice,” I say.
He sets my phone down and points to the iPhone section. “Do you want to look at what you guys would like?”
Zay and I both go over and look over the phones. I look through all the colors they have. As if it matters. I always have a case on it and that blocks the original color from being seen.
After deciding, we let Michael know, and he starts on the process of the trade-in and new phone purchases.
“You look familiar,” I say as I look over at him.
He raises his eyes from his computer and looks between us. “I was going to say the same thing about you two.”
I look over at Zay. “Does he look familiar to you?”
He nods with the corner of his lips turned down.
