thought.
Chapter Fourteen
Cecilia
What the hell am I thinking? It ’s as if he has this invisible pull on me. He could say, “Come with me…” and my arms would spread out in front of me as I followed behind him like a zombie. I’m worse than a damn groupie.
“ What if I had plans tonight?” I ask, buckling myself in. “What was your backup plan?” I mock.
He tilts his head toward me, flashing a cocky expression. “Have I ever had to have a backup plan?”
“ Well, I see your arrogant attitude hasn’t changed.” I smirk. “Same old Bentley.”
“ That’s not true,” he bites. “I only act like that to amuse you.” He grins.
“ Now who’s living a double life?”
“ Ha! Not even close. Although, traveling around the world can sure make you feel that way.”
I look up at him curiously. “Why’s that? I thought you’d love the traveling—modeling, hot dates, sunny beaches, walks along the market’s that sell fruits and vegetables right out of their car.
He narrows his eyebrows at me before bursting into laughter. “Where exactly do you think I’m traveling?”
I laugh shyly. “I don’t know. Just seems very world- traveley .”
How was it that one moment his mouth was on mine, his body consuming me entirely and now I ’m in his car ‘hanging out.’ It’s as if that moment never happened as if we’re just pretending it didn’t mean anything.
Could Bentley really be my friend? Was it possible to be friends with someone you shared yourself with?
A part of me is screaming No! while the other part is ignoring it. I could do this. We could be friends. He knows we aren’t hooking back up, so perhaps it was that simple.
We arrive at his condo and everything inside is exactly same. It’s like walking into a time machine, and it’s two years ago. Everything’s familiar and feels comfortable…like home.
“ Wow…I love what you’ve done with the place,” I tease, walking through to the living room.
He laughs lightly. “Yeah, well that’s what happens when you aren’t home often enough to do anything to it.”
I nod, agreeing. I take a seat on his couch, on the far end, and get comfortable. He grabs the remote and sits on the opposite end as he flips through his DVR.
“ Can I get you anything to drink before we start?” he asks.
“ Sure, thanks.” I smile weakly back at him. This is a whole new Bentley. This isn’t possessive, eat-me-alive Bentley. This is genuine Bentley with maybe a bit of brokenness. I’m really fond of both sides of Bentley—knowing he can be this person as well plays with my emotions even more.
I should ’ve known coming here would pull at my heartstrings, but part of me just couldn’t say no. We used to have a lot of fun together cooped up in this condo. We had a lot of fun basically anywhere.
“ Hope this is okay. My fridge isn’t stocked.” He hands me a can of diet Pepsi and I nod graciously.
“ It’s perfect, thanks.”
He sits back down and turns the movie on. Soon , Adam Sandler is trying to hit on Drew Barrymore and her house made of waffles. Of course, she turns him down, and the whole scene is hilarious because she doesn’t remember past one day.
We sit comfortably with a bowl of popcorn in between us, laughing in between bites. It ’s so easy. No pressure, no unsaid words—just two friends hanging out.
We continue casually hanging out for the next few weeks. Each time, Bentley picks me up and we talk about everything and anything on the ride to his house or restaurant. Sometimes we stay in and watch movies and cook, or he takes us out for pizza and wings. It’s honestly nothing like I pictured being friends with Bentley would be. We were growing closer, but without all the sexual tension lingering between us.
“ What are you doing?” Cora asks, accusingly from behind me as I look over myself in the mirror.
“ Just making sure this shirt matches these shorts,” I answer casually, rubbing my hands down
Chapter Fourteen
Cecilia
What the hell am I thinking? It ’s as if he has this invisible pull on me. He could say, “Come with me…” and my arms would spread out in front of me as I followed behind him like a zombie. I’m worse than a damn groupie.
“ What if I had plans tonight?” I ask, buckling myself in. “What was your backup plan?” I mock.
He tilts his head toward me, flashing a cocky expression. “Have I ever had to have a backup plan?”
“ Well, I see your arrogant attitude hasn’t changed.” I smirk. “Same old Bentley.”
“ That’s not true,” he bites. “I only act like that to amuse you.” He grins.
“ Now who’s living a double life?”
“ Ha! Not even close. Although, traveling around the world can sure make you feel that way.”
I look up at him curiously. “Why’s that? I thought you’d love the traveling—modeling, hot dates, sunny beaches, walks along the market’s that sell fruits and vegetables right out of their car.
He narrows his eyebrows at me before bursting into laughter. “Where exactly do you think I’m traveling?”
I laugh shyly. “I don’t know. Just seems very world- traveley .”
How was it that one moment his mouth was on mine, his body consuming me entirely and now I ’m in his car ‘hanging out.’ It’s as if that moment never happened as if we’re just pretending it didn’t mean anything.
Could Bentley really be my friend? Was it possible to be friends with someone you shared yourself with?
A part of me is screaming No! while the other part is ignoring it. I could do this. We could be friends. He knows we aren’t hooking back up, so perhaps it was that simple.
We arrive at his condo and everything inside is exactly same. It’s like walking into a time machine, and it’s two years ago. Everything’s familiar and feels comfortable…like home.
“ Wow…I love what you’ve done with the place,” I tease, walking through to the living room.
He laughs lightly. “Yeah, well that’s what happens when you aren’t home often enough to do anything to it.”
I nod, agreeing. I take a seat on his couch, on the far end, and get comfortable. He grabs the remote and sits on the opposite end as he flips through his DVR.
“ Can I get you anything to drink before we start?” he asks.
“ Sure, thanks.” I smile weakly back at him. This is a whole new Bentley. This isn’t possessive, eat-me-alive Bentley. This is genuine Bentley with maybe a bit of brokenness. I’m really fond of both sides of Bentley—knowing he can be this person as well plays with my emotions even more.
I should ’ve known coming here would pull at my heartstrings, but part of me just couldn’t say no. We used to have a lot of fun together cooped up in this condo. We had a lot of fun basically anywhere.
“ Hope this is okay. My fridge isn’t stocked.” He hands me a can of diet Pepsi and I nod graciously.
“ It’s perfect, thanks.”
He sits back down and turns the movie on. Soon , Adam Sandler is trying to hit on Drew Barrymore and her house made of waffles. Of course, she turns him down, and the whole scene is hilarious because she doesn’t remember past one day.
We sit comfortably with a bowl of popcorn in between us, laughing in between bites. It ’s so easy. No pressure, no unsaid words—just two friends hanging out.
We continue casually hanging out for the next few weeks. Each time, Bentley picks me up and we talk about everything and anything on the ride to his house or restaurant. Sometimes we stay in and watch movies and cook, or he takes us out for pizza and wings. It’s honestly nothing like I pictured being friends with Bentley would be. We were growing closer, but without all the sexual tension lingering between us.
“ What are you doing?” Cora asks, accusingly from behind me as I look over myself in the mirror.
“ Just making sure this shirt matches these shorts,” I answer casually, rubbing my hands down
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