Page 50 of That Friendzone Feeling
Onesilent tear trickles from my eye, rolls across my temple and drips onto the pillow.
Iwipe it away and turn off the bedside lamp.
First,Ineed to sleep.ThentomorrowIneed to stick a pin in this, and refocus my brain on gettingChaseCooperto save at least one part of what is rapidly becoming my disastrous life.
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EMILY (08:03 AM)
See you down there
It’staken her almost an hour to reply to my text asking what time she wants to go down for breakfast.Andthis is not the responseIwas hoping for.
WhatIwas hoping for was an invitation to hop across the hallway and into her bed to pick up where we left off last night.
NotthatI’mharboring any resentment thatIdidn’t get quite the glorious finish she did.Farfrom it.Icouldn’t have been happier to learnIwas able to make her feel the way she did.Thatwas reward enough itself.
Theexpression on her face in the half-light from her phone as she bucked against my hand was the most beautiful thingIhave ever seen.Andthe sounds!Holyfuck, the sounds she made—the gasps, theOh,Gods, the way she gripped my dick in time with the rhythms of her orgasm.
IfIthink about this too much,I’mgoing to have to take care of myself before breakfast.Isure as hell had to take care of myself last night.Twice.
Hell,Iwanted to get into bed with her last night too—or the shower, or the tub, or all three.ButIget that she was still rattled from the car accident.Somethinglike that causes an adrenaline rush that’s exhausting.
She’dbeen so upset as well, from the deep sorrow she felt for me.Mystory obviously broke her heart.Andbeing upset is tiring too.
Soyes, with the shock of the accident, the extreme heartache she felt for me, and the… er… business… at the building site,Itotally get that she needed some space to process all of that.
Andof course, her focus right now is on persuadingChaseCooperwe’re the best business investment he could ever make.
So, whenIthink about it logically,Iknow she needed to get her head together.I’mjust being selfish and want to see where this new turn in our relationship might take us.
Hopefullywhen we get home later today, things will be different.
Mypulse quickens at the site ofEmilyrushing into the breakfast room.
Herhair’s tied back in a ponytail, which highlights her cheekbones and makes her prettier than ever.Thepowder blue of her fluffy roll-neck wool sweater is a sharp contrast against the deep brown of her hair and eyes.Itfalls right at her hips, drawing my attention to her curves in the snug jeans that end in a pair of brand-new walking boots.
Istand for a good morning hug and hopefully a kiss, but she doesn’t make eye contact.
“Ooo, thanks for ordering for me,” she says as she sits opposite and picks up her whipped cream-topped coffee.
Idrop my ass back into my chair.
“Sorryit took me a minute.”Shetakes a sip of her drink, getting a small blob of cream on the end of her nose, which then screws up in disgust. “Ew.”
Shegrabs two bags of sugar from the condiment stand. “Iwas talking toHarry, asking him to try to make sure everything’s as clean and as dry as possible before we get there.”
Shehas no idea there’s cream on the end of her nose, soIreach across to wipe it off.
“What?” she says, leaning back out of my reach just as my finger is about to make contact.
Asinking sensation grips me at her avoidance of my touch.
“Youhave whipped cream here.”Itap the end of my own nose.
“Oh,” she says, picking up a napkin and wiping it off. “Thanks.”
