Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“Are you kidding me? If there was nothing to talk about, why did you leave last night?”
“Because I wanted to.” He sneers.
I narrow my eyes. Nathan is never like this with me. This is the behaviour he saves for everyone else. “What is your problem?”
“You are my fucking problem.”
“Me?” I point to my chest. “What did I do?”
“Oh, please.” He scoffs with an eye roll. “You know exactly what you fucking did.”
My fury begins to boil. “And what is that?”
“Waving your half-naked ass all over my dick, and…” He clenches his jaw as if to stop himself spitting out poison.
“You were massaging me.” My eyes bulge. “It was your hands on me. Are you kidding?”
“Do I look like I’m fucking kidding? What is this? A big joke to you?”
I frown. He’s really rattled by this. “Nathan, calm down. So, we got a little tipsy and crossed the line. It was just an accident.”
“That won’t happen again.” He growls.
“You’re overreacting.”
His eyes nearly bulge from their sockets. “And you are underreacting. It’s blatantly obvious that you don’t give a flying fuck about our friendship.” He heads for the door.
What the hell?
“We’ll talk about it tonight.” I try to calm him—he’s about to have a heart attack or something.
“There is no tonight, Eliza.”
“Why not?”
He glares at me. “I need some space.”
My heart drops. “From me?”
“Yes. From you.”
We stare at each other for a moment. Something has shifted between us.
He rushes out the door. I stare at it for a moment, shocked.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. For fuck’s sake… what a disaster.
Nathan
“Nathan, this way, please.” Elliot smiles as he calls me from his waiting room. I follow him into his office and take a seat.
“How are you?” He smiles.
“Terrible.” I’ve been rattled since seeing Eliza at the hospital this afternoon.
The look on her face.
He sits down. “Tell me, what’s been happening? I take it there have been developments with Eliza?”
I drag my hand down my face. “It’s gotten worse. Everything is worse. I can’t even look at her now.”
He frowns. “Why is that?”
“Last night.” I screw up my face at the memories. “We fought, and then we went out to dinner and had cocktails.” I pinch the bridge of my nose.
“What did you fight about?”
“My jealousy.”
“We’ll come back to that. Go on.”
“We got into bed and… she just felt so good, you know? I couldn’t help myself. For two hours before that, I’d been ….” I swallow the lump of shame in my throat. “Picturing her in every sexual position known to man.” I pause for a moment. “Picturing her head between my legs… her mouth full of… me.”
“I see.”
“When I got into bed, something snapped.”
He narrows his eyes. “How did this start?”
“Her back was sore, so I offered her a massage. I shouldn’t have. I knew before I started that it was a bad idea. I knew it was wrong.”
“It’s not wrong to offer a massage to a friend, Nathan.”
“It is when the sole purpose of it is to feel their body.”
“You wanted to feel Eliza?”
I nod and close my eyes in regret. “More than anything.”
“What happened?”
“I massaged her and then…” I think back to how she felt beneath my hands, and I feel my arousal creeping in again.
Fuck. Stop it.
“Go on, Nathan.”
“We laid on our sides, and my hands were all over her body.”
“What did she do?”
“She told me not to stop.”
He frowns. “So, your fears may be unwarranted?”
My eyes flick to him. “My fears?”
“That she wouldn’t want to be sexual with you?”
“I know that I can get her to want me… sexually,” I stammer. “At least once. That’s not my concern.”
“What’s your concern?”
“That the sex won’t be what I think it will be.”
He nods. “You’re worried you won’t like heterosexual intercourse.”
“What happens then? What do I tell her? Sorry, I tried you out but we don’t fit?”
“And you think that will be what ends your friendship?”
“One hundred percent. Or maybe I won’t please her.” I shrug. “I have no idea how to please a woman. I could be a huge disappointment to her.”
“This is true. You could.”
I run my hands through my hair in despair. The thought sickens me. “I hate this,” I whisper angrily. “I hate feeling like this.”
“Yes, let’s talk about that. How are you feeling?”
“Like I’m about to explode. I’ve never wanted anyone that I can’t have before.”
“And being bisexual is confusing?”
I screw up my face in disgust. “I’m not bisexual.”
“What do you think a bisexual person is, Nathan?”
“Somebody who has sex with anything.”
“That’s not true. A bisexual person is someone who is aroused by members of both sex.”
“I’m not bisexual.”
“Have you considered the possibility of being pansexual?”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“A pansexual person doesn’t see a body when they are attracted to someone. It’s the personality and heart they desire, regardless of their sex.”
I shrug as I contemplate that theory, that could be it. “Okay.”