Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 46(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 46(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
I hit end, though I’m a little disappointed neither one of us said another word.
But that’s a foolish wish. It’s not like we were going to cop to feelings on camera.
Only now that the camera’s off, I could rewind to last night and ask earnestly if he was joking? Am I willing to do that? Risk our years of friendship over the truth of a kiss? I turn to him, meeting his gaze briefly. His eyes are intense.
I’m not sure what to do with the intensity. Or if now is the time?
I look away, staring at the thousands of lights flashing red, green, pink, and gold in the San Francisco night instead.
But is asking a question such a risk? Every time he’s touched me in the last twenty-four hours has felt different than every touch that came before. These touches hint at possibilities.
My stomach swoops with nerves, but still, I need to do this. I have to know.
Ready for whatever comes my way, I turn to him, but Fisher’s grinning at something in the distance. I follow his gaze.
He’s staring at the sledding hill. “I promised you sledding, Giraffe. Let’s do it.”
And he heads off.
I try not to be disappointed.
Really, how can I be as I fly down a small man-made hill, shouting in exhilaration with my best friend.
The man I’ve felt friendly with for years.
But now, I feel more. I’m pretty sure he does too, and before the night ends, I’m going to take a chance.
7
MY KIND OF WEIRD
Fisher
I walk Katie home, the clock ticking in my mind the whole way, the night unwinding to its inevitable end when I say goodnight and she heads into her building alone.
The door will close, she’ll go into her place, and we’ll return to friendship. To hanging out. To long, deep talks about life and dating and other men and women. And when we reach the steps, we could do that tonight. We could stay the wonderful, safe course. But I take risks every time I strap on my skates and step onto the ice, stick in hand, determination in every cell. Katie is worth this risk.
We’re ten feet from her building, white lights glittering around her doorframe.
Beckoning me toward possibility. Toward a new future.
When we’re at her place, she smiles my way and says, “I had such a great time tonight.”
“I had the best time,” I say, but that’s only the start. I say her name, importantly. “Katie, I need to—”
“—Yes.”
I stop. Furrow my brow. “What?”
“Yes,” she says, grinning a little nervously, but there’s some heat to that grin. A little sexiness.
I step closer, feeling the possibilities, embracing the anticipation. “Yes what?”
“I’d like a lesson please,” she says in a nervous rush, but her eyes look thrilled.
I nearly groan from happiness. “Are you serious?”
“It’s all I can think about.”
I exhale, long and relieved and turned on. But happy too. “Same fucking here. But you need to know something.”
“What is it?”
“I wasn’t joking last night. And I’m not joking when I say this,” I begin, holding her gaze, making sure she knows I mean everything. “I want to kiss you again tonight. And tomorrow. And for a long, long time.”
Her eyes widen, but they’re sparkling too. “Yeah?” She sounds wildly hopeful.
“I sure do,” I say, then shrug, a little helplessly since I feel that way with her. “I don’t want to just give you one lesson.”
She sighs happily. “Good. I don’t want only one either,” she says, her smile lighting me up and turning me on even more. She tips her forehead toward the door. “Inside. Now.”
In no time, we’re in her apartment, hastily locking the door. “You have been turning me on all night,” I say, and it feels great to admit the full truth that I’ve, evidently, kept secret for years. Then I press my body against hers so she can feel how much I mean it. When I seal my mouth to hers, I give her a slow, passionate kiss that makes me shudder. That heats up very, very soon.
We kiss with our whole bodies. With hands in hair, hips locked, lips exploring.
I rope an arm around her, my hand slinking up the back of her sweater, feeling her soft, silky skin.
I moan, needing so much more of her.
At last I break the kiss and say, “All right. I need to know how fucking fantastically weird you are.”
She dips her face then raises it, her brow knitted in worry. But then she shrugs, fuck it style. “I like it when you talk dirty to me.”
“Holy shit. That is my kind of weird. And my kind of normal.”
8
I STAND CORRECTED
Fisher
She’s wearing a pink lace bra with a bow between her tits, and panties with candy canes on them.
As if I needed more encouragement to eat her up.
“You are too fucking sexy,” I tell her as I unhook that bra, freeing her tits. “And now I gotta taste these beauties,” I say, dropping my mouth to tug on one nipple, then the other.