wearing, I was pretty sure JD Jr was going to be at the ready for as long as she visited.
“Hey baby girl. Come on in.” I moved and gave her space to come in to the apartment, more for me than her. I wanted to at least try to maintain our friendship but damn it, everything about her called to me. I’d told myself earlier I would make a better effort to smooth things over, to not bring Kylee to tears again because it tore me the fuck up knowing I was the reason she was hurting.
Matt had clapped when I told him and congratulated me on finally reaching adulthood at the ripe age of 22. I cup checked the fucker causing him to double over and thanked him for his observation.
Matt greeted Kylee with a hug before heading off to his room with a smug smile. “Later you two. I got some research to do.”
Kylee glanced up, her eyes questioning me and I shrugged before explaining. “He’s checking shit out for my next set of fights.” I was almost positive he was going to be researching a certain female while he was at it.
“Oh.” I waited for her to comment more on it but she didn’t, simply moved to the couch and folded herself on it sitting Indian style. I retrieved my beer from the table beside the recliner and joined her waiting for whatever it was she wanted.
I finished my beer and settled the empty on the coffee table turning to look at her, waiting for her to speak.
My limited patience broke. “What gives?” No way was I waiting longer, I’d run fresh out of that ability for Kylee to work herself up to whatever she wanted to say, which was rare from her because usually had no problem voicing her opinions or thoughts.
Kylee sighed heavily and pulled her dark hair down out of the bun, the mass tumbling around her and moved it over one shoulder, playing with the ends. “Can’t we start over? We always have been close, why did that have to change?”
Fuck me…I was barely holding it together around her already, wanted to be close on a level she wouldn’t even register though it went against everything I’d ever said when it came to Kylee. How the fuck was I going to maintain my distance; keep my dick in my pants and my hands to myself? Every minute around her was fucking torture, the sweetest kind, but still, my balls were going to be smurf blue at this rate, if not just fall the fuck off.
“Look, I don’t know what you want from me. I told you before we’re just different people; going different directions and I thought it would be better if you got the chance to pull together some new friends. The kind you should be hanging around. It’s not like we’re not friends. You’re here aren’t you? ” A pillow slammed into my chest, one of the small decorative ones that sat on the couch that I’d never understood its purpose. We constantly moved them when sitting down so what was the fucking point of having them other than for Kylee to hit me with.
“You know what JD you’re a dumbass sometimes. Stop trying to make my decisions for me. You’ve done it for too damn long. I’m every bit as grown as you. Who I want to surround myself with is my choice don’t you think?” Kylee’s eyes and words implored me to let her decide, to stop trying to control the situation which would have been all good except for one fucking little detail. She had no idea just what she meant to me or how badly I wanted to strip her bare and take days exploring every damn inch of her. If I let go of the distance I had a pretty damn good idea what would happen and still I nodded at her, silently agreeing, knowing in the end one of us was going to end up hurt. As much as I was trying to protect Kylee from me it was straining what control I had to keep my hands off her.
I was shocked as shit when she let the subject go; didn’t press me any further about it. That was not Kylee’s norm. She was like a pit-bull; would dig into something, clenching her jaws around it and refusing to let go until she was good and satisfied.
“Hey baby girl. Come on in.” I moved and gave her space to come in to the apartment, more for me than her. I wanted to at least try to maintain our friendship but damn it, everything about her called to me. I’d told myself earlier I would make a better effort to smooth things over, to not bring Kylee to tears again because it tore me the fuck up knowing I was the reason she was hurting.
Matt had clapped when I told him and congratulated me on finally reaching adulthood at the ripe age of 22. I cup checked the fucker causing him to double over and thanked him for his observation.
Matt greeted Kylee with a hug before heading off to his room with a smug smile. “Later you two. I got some research to do.”
Kylee glanced up, her eyes questioning me and I shrugged before explaining. “He’s checking shit out for my next set of fights.” I was almost positive he was going to be researching a certain female while he was at it.
“Oh.” I waited for her to comment more on it but she didn’t, simply moved to the couch and folded herself on it sitting Indian style. I retrieved my beer from the table beside the recliner and joined her waiting for whatever it was she wanted.
I finished my beer and settled the empty on the coffee table turning to look at her, waiting for her to speak.
My limited patience broke. “What gives?” No way was I waiting longer, I’d run fresh out of that ability for Kylee to work herself up to whatever she wanted to say, which was rare from her because usually had no problem voicing her opinions or thoughts.
Kylee sighed heavily and pulled her dark hair down out of the bun, the mass tumbling around her and moved it over one shoulder, playing with the ends. “Can’t we start over? We always have been close, why did that have to change?”
Fuck me…I was barely holding it together around her already, wanted to be close on a level she wouldn’t even register though it went against everything I’d ever said when it came to Kylee. How the fuck was I going to maintain my distance; keep my dick in my pants and my hands to myself? Every minute around her was fucking torture, the sweetest kind, but still, my balls were going to be smurf blue at this rate, if not just fall the fuck off.
“Look, I don’t know what you want from me. I told you before we’re just different people; going different directions and I thought it would be better if you got the chance to pull together some new friends. The kind you should be hanging around. It’s not like we’re not friends. You’re here aren’t you? ” A pillow slammed into my chest, one of the small decorative ones that sat on the couch that I’d never understood its purpose. We constantly moved them when sitting down so what was the fucking point of having them other than for Kylee to hit me with.
“You know what JD you’re a dumbass sometimes. Stop trying to make my decisions for me. You’ve done it for too damn long. I’m every bit as grown as you. Who I want to surround myself with is my choice don’t you think?” Kylee’s eyes and words implored me to let her decide, to stop trying to control the situation which would have been all good except for one fucking little detail. She had no idea just what she meant to me or how badly I wanted to strip her bare and take days exploring every damn inch of her. If I let go of the distance I had a pretty damn good idea what would happen and still I nodded at her, silently agreeing, knowing in the end one of us was going to end up hurt. As much as I was trying to protect Kylee from me it was straining what control I had to keep my hands off her.
I was shocked as shit when she let the subject go; didn’t press me any further about it. That was not Kylee’s norm. She was like a pit-bull; would dig into something, clenching her jaws around it and refusing to let go until she was good and satisfied.
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