Fuck Buddy by Scott Hildreth Page A

current arrangement. I had Luke, I spent as much time with him as I would if we were married, and we were having sex.
    “I was just thinking how grateful I am to have you in my life,” I said.
    I stretched my legs out, quickly realizing Luke was right. I had been sitting in the same spot with my calves scrunched into the backs of my thighs for longer than I had thought. I wrinkled my nose and squinted as I rubbed my thighs with my hands.
    “And I’m grateful to have you in mine. Are you alright?”
    “I think I sat there for too long. My legs are killing me,” I said as I tried to stand.
    “Here,” he said a she shook the sand from the towel. “Lay down. I’ll rub them.”
    As he knelt down between my feet and rubbed my legs free of cramps, I watched the sun slowly melt into the ocean. As the sky turned to the most beautiful shades of oranges, deep blues and pinks, I realized Luke could see the same colors I saw, and it saddened me.
    “What color do you see when you look at the sunset?”
    He stopped rubbing my legs. “Orange and blue.”
    “No pink?” I asked.
    “I don’t see any,” he said.
    “So you still see most of the colors in the sunset, just not all of them?”
    “I don’t see them the same as you see them. But I see them,” he said.
    “Is it beautiful?” I asked.
    “It sure is,” he said.
    His hand softly gripped my shoulder and he carefully turned me from my stomach onto my back. He brushed his hair from his eyes and held his hand in place to keep it from falling down again. As our eyes met, he grinned. “And so are you.”
    He leaned into me and kissed me fully, removing the memory of the sunset and replacing it with a new one. One of him kissing me on the beach as the sun set in front of us.
    As he kissed me, I realized I was in a relationship with him. It just wasn’t something a person could put a conventional label on.
    And, for the time being, I wanted nothing to change.

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER TWELVE
    LUKE
    She opened the door and stepped aside. “Come in, Sir. I didn’t want to ruin it at the beach, so I didn’t say anything. Well, that and I wanted to do some more research first.”
    “Sir? Where the hell did that come from? Research? And what the fuck is that around your neck?”
    She was wearing jeans, black heels, and a tight-fitting black button-down top. None of her clothing seemed too out of place – at least not for her. The wide black leather studded strap around her neck, however, did.
    She motioned toward the living room. “I’ll be in the living room, Sir.”
    I stepped past her and walked into the kitchen, my eyes remaining locked on her ridiculous leather necklace until I was half way to the refrigerator. “I need a yogurt. And what the fuck with the sir shit?”
    I searched through the flavors of yogurt, looking for coconut. After determining there was none, I grabbed a cherry and shut the refrigerator door. “And why’s your hair up like that?”
    “It’s called a tendril. It’s sexy. I did it for you,” she responded from the other room.
    I grabbed a spoon and walked into the living room. As I entered, she was pacing back and forth across the living room floor. I stopped, pressed my hands against my hips, and shook my head. “What in the hell is going on?”
    Some women looked like fools as they attempted to walk in heels. Others looked sophisticated, placing one foot directly in front of the other, their posture and their gait elegant as they took each well-placed step.
    Liv was the latter.
    She continued as I sat down. I peeled the foil top off of the yogurt, licked it, and shoved the spoon into the container.
    Slowly, she paced the length of the room, gazing down at the floor as she walked past.
    I lifted the spoon to my mouth.
    “Luke, I am a submissive.”
    I coughed out a laugh, and along with it came half of the yogurt. After wiping the chunks of yogurt from my legs, the couch, and my shorts, I cocked an eyebrow and cleared my