relationship, and I respect men who are honest about it from the get-go. However, I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m thirty years old. I’m not exactly looking to settle down, but I want more than a fuck buddy. I’m independent and I like to party. I know fucking someone doesn’t automatically mean hearts, flowers, and forever, but it does mean something . At least to me. If you want a booty call, you’d better look elsewhere.”
Aidan was silent. Why me? Within the course of six hours I had developed a huge crush on my neighbor, kissed him like I wanted to devour him, and then thrown the R-word at him. I could write a best-seller on how to not get a guy in a week or less. I straightened my spine. Whatever. It was better to know now that he was an asshole instead of a few days, or weeks, when he decided he wanted a new toy to play with.
I took another step back. “I see we understand each other.” My hand touched the doorknob. Aidan was close behind me and laid his hand on mine, stopping me from going into the house.
I twisted my neck and looked up over my shoulder at him. It was dark and I couldn’t see his face well at all. Dammit, I just wanted to go inside, have a few shots of tequila, and figure out how to become a lesbian. I was through with men. The last few I bothered with were so not worth it.
“Come to my house tomorrow night.”
Say what? I gaped at him for a second, my mouth moving, but nothing coming out. “Did you not hear what I just said?” I asked. Okay, I did good. I wasn’t yelling.
“Yeah. I did. You just told me that you appreciate a man who’s honest and you want to be more than a booty call. I can deal with that. Since you were straight with me, I’m gonna be straight with you. I wanted to fuck you since that night your dickhead ex woke me up and I dragged my ass over here to tell him to shut the fuck up. I also think you’re funny as hell and too much of a smartass for your own good. I’m not interested in something long-term or serious, but we could both have some laughs and, if that kiss is any clue, some very hot sex until you or I are ready to move on.”
With that, Aidan released my hand and stepped back. “If you decide that situation is something you can handle, us spending time together in bed and some just hanging out, come over tomorrow night at six. If not, you stay home tomorrow night and we leave it at that.”
He turned and walked down my front steps, across my yard, and out of sight. I stood there, one hand on the door, for a while, before I went back inside. Cat came out of the guest room as soon as I hit the top step of the staircase.
I just held a hand up to her, palm out. “I can’t talk about it right now. I’m pissed, confused, and kinda turned on. I’ll tell you all about it in the morning.”
Cat must have seen all this was true, and that wheedling, whining, and browbeating would not get me talking tonight. She nodded. “I’ll see you in the morning. Night, Natty.”
I went to my bedroom door and opened it. “Night, Catwoman. I’ll see you in a few hours.” With that, I shut my door and proceeded to spend a sleepless night remembering that day in vivid detail. Not just the bone-melting kiss on my porch, but the jokes, laughter, and fun of the party and Aidan’s smile. Shit, I was in so much trouble.
The next morning, Cat and I got up late. Over lunch, yes, we’d slept that late, she grilled me. I didn’t tell her everything, because even thinking about it freaked me out. I shared about the kiss and I told her Aidan wanted to see me again. I did not share my conversation with Aidan after the kiss or his proposal.
Cat was all for me having a fuck buddy, but what Aidan described to me last night was more than that. It was also less than full-on dating-slash-girlfriend status. Cat was definitely not fond of grey areas. Neither was I, but, after that kiss, I felt it was hopeless to resist. Hell, I didn’t want to resist.
After Cat
Aidan was silent. Why me? Within the course of six hours I had developed a huge crush on my neighbor, kissed him like I wanted to devour him, and then thrown the R-word at him. I could write a best-seller on how to not get a guy in a week or less. I straightened my spine. Whatever. It was better to know now that he was an asshole instead of a few days, or weeks, when he decided he wanted a new toy to play with.
I took another step back. “I see we understand each other.” My hand touched the doorknob. Aidan was close behind me and laid his hand on mine, stopping me from going into the house.
I twisted my neck and looked up over my shoulder at him. It was dark and I couldn’t see his face well at all. Dammit, I just wanted to go inside, have a few shots of tequila, and figure out how to become a lesbian. I was through with men. The last few I bothered with were so not worth it.
“Come to my house tomorrow night.”
Say what? I gaped at him for a second, my mouth moving, but nothing coming out. “Did you not hear what I just said?” I asked. Okay, I did good. I wasn’t yelling.
“Yeah. I did. You just told me that you appreciate a man who’s honest and you want to be more than a booty call. I can deal with that. Since you were straight with me, I’m gonna be straight with you. I wanted to fuck you since that night your dickhead ex woke me up and I dragged my ass over here to tell him to shut the fuck up. I also think you’re funny as hell and too much of a smartass for your own good. I’m not interested in something long-term or serious, but we could both have some laughs and, if that kiss is any clue, some very hot sex until you or I are ready to move on.”
With that, Aidan released my hand and stepped back. “If you decide that situation is something you can handle, us spending time together in bed and some just hanging out, come over tomorrow night at six. If not, you stay home tomorrow night and we leave it at that.”
He turned and walked down my front steps, across my yard, and out of sight. I stood there, one hand on the door, for a while, before I went back inside. Cat came out of the guest room as soon as I hit the top step of the staircase.
I just held a hand up to her, palm out. “I can’t talk about it right now. I’m pissed, confused, and kinda turned on. I’ll tell you all about it in the morning.”
Cat must have seen all this was true, and that wheedling, whining, and browbeating would not get me talking tonight. She nodded. “I’ll see you in the morning. Night, Natty.”
I went to my bedroom door and opened it. “Night, Catwoman. I’ll see you in a few hours.” With that, I shut my door and proceeded to spend a sleepless night remembering that day in vivid detail. Not just the bone-melting kiss on my porch, but the jokes, laughter, and fun of the party and Aidan’s smile. Shit, I was in so much trouble.
The next morning, Cat and I got up late. Over lunch, yes, we’d slept that late, she grilled me. I didn’t tell her everything, because even thinking about it freaked me out. I shared about the kiss and I told her Aidan wanted to see me again. I did not share my conversation with Aidan after the kiss or his proposal.
Cat was all for me having a fuck buddy, but what Aidan described to me last night was more than that. It was also less than full-on dating-slash-girlfriend status. Cat was definitely not fond of grey areas. Neither was I, but, after that kiss, I felt it was hopeless to resist. Hell, I didn’t want to resist.
After Cat
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