Walking on Sunshine: A Sweet Love Story (Seasons of Love Book 1) by Krista Lakes, Darla York Page A
Authors: Krista Lakes, Darla York
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start between us? Did I actually want something to start between us?
I had no idea and I knew that I needed a shower and a coffee before I thought about it at all.
***
A s I slipped into the shower, my hand immediately went between my legs. I needed release...
––––––––
C ee wraps his hands around me, his hands gripping my sides as we kiss. He leans down, those violet eyes staying open as we make out. Suddenly, he's got a handful of shampoo, washing the tangles out of my hair...
––––––––
I jerked myself out of my fantasy. After sleeping on the floor, I'd need extra time to brush all these tangles out of my hair. I sighed as I quickly washed and rinsed my hair, then hopped out. Release would have to wait until I had a little private time this evening, maybe with the vibrator again.
I stared at my face in the mirror. Even after I thought I had washed my face, eyeliner and mascara ringed my eyes and I looked like a punk rocker three days after a concert. I even had a dried drool spot left on the right side of my face. Hot stuff.
If only Cee had been in the shower with me , I thought. He would have told me that my face was a mess. Or cleaned it up for me...
How could Cee think I looked even remotely close to good? I attacked my hair with a brush, ignoring the protest of my scalp whenever I hit a new knot. After I was satisfied that my hair wasn't a complete mess, I headed back downstairs to see Ben sitting at the counter eating his cereal.
“Morning, honey,” I said, pouring a cup of coffee. I had never been more thankful for an automatic brewer. “You just get up?”
“Yeah,” Ben answered, focusing on his cereal. I let out a slow sigh of relief. He hadn't seen me sleeping on Cee's lap. I had no idea how I would explain that away to him.
I grabbed a power bar and started to eat it greedily. My stomach was happy to have something in it. I looked at my watch and it was almost eight o’clock. I hoped Cee would be back soon. I started pacing back and forth, hoping that our falling asleep last night hadn’t made him run away. I knew how much this job meant to him, and how he treated it so professionally. Plus, he meant so much to Ben. Each second that ticked by on the clock felt like hours. I kept looking out the door.
Finally, his car pulled up and he jumped out. Even though he only had a few minutes to shower, he looked like he stepped out of a surfing magazine. His hair was still damp, but styled as he jogged up. He had put on a tank that allowed me to count his abs and had his signature board shorts on. I hastily looked away, not wanting to be caught staring. I had to get my mind on other things, like work, or shoes, or anything. My lower extremities were reminding me how long it was since the last time I had sex.
“Hey, sorry I'm late, hit every red light here,” he said with a smile, running a hand through his hair. I tried my best not to make eye contact.
“Not a problem.” I waved my hand dismissively, even though I knew I was going to be late to work. I had this strange idea that if I looked at him, Ben would know something was up.
I grabbed my keys and kissed Ben on the head. “I'm out of here. Bye, Ben,” I said, walking quickly and avoiding Cee's gaze. I knew I was blushing, and the last thing I wanted was to discuss our kiss, or anything remotely close to it, in front of Ben. So instead, I just took off running for work.
***
I t was the Friday from hell. I didn’t know if it was the lack of sleep, or the fact that every muscle in my body ached from sleeping on a cramped couch, but I was not a happy camper. I was too old to do that. I made a mental note that I needed to add pillows to that couch. It didn't help that I was crazy busy. I was ready to yank my hair out by lunchtime. The only thing that kept me sane was the reminder it was Friday, and that I replayed that kiss on the cheek.
He had kissed me. I had kissed him. What was going on between us?
I was
I had no idea and I knew that I needed a shower and a coffee before I thought about it at all.
***
A s I slipped into the shower, my hand immediately went between my legs. I needed release...
––––––––
C ee wraps his hands around me, his hands gripping my sides as we kiss. He leans down, those violet eyes staying open as we make out. Suddenly, he's got a handful of shampoo, washing the tangles out of my hair...
––––––––
I jerked myself out of my fantasy. After sleeping on the floor, I'd need extra time to brush all these tangles out of my hair. I sighed as I quickly washed and rinsed my hair, then hopped out. Release would have to wait until I had a little private time this evening, maybe with the vibrator again.
I stared at my face in the mirror. Even after I thought I had washed my face, eyeliner and mascara ringed my eyes and I looked like a punk rocker three days after a concert. I even had a dried drool spot left on the right side of my face. Hot stuff.
If only Cee had been in the shower with me , I thought. He would have told me that my face was a mess. Or cleaned it up for me...
How could Cee think I looked even remotely close to good? I attacked my hair with a brush, ignoring the protest of my scalp whenever I hit a new knot. After I was satisfied that my hair wasn't a complete mess, I headed back downstairs to see Ben sitting at the counter eating his cereal.
“Morning, honey,” I said, pouring a cup of coffee. I had never been more thankful for an automatic brewer. “You just get up?”
“Yeah,” Ben answered, focusing on his cereal. I let out a slow sigh of relief. He hadn't seen me sleeping on Cee's lap. I had no idea how I would explain that away to him.
I grabbed a power bar and started to eat it greedily. My stomach was happy to have something in it. I looked at my watch and it was almost eight o’clock. I hoped Cee would be back soon. I started pacing back and forth, hoping that our falling asleep last night hadn’t made him run away. I knew how much this job meant to him, and how he treated it so professionally. Plus, he meant so much to Ben. Each second that ticked by on the clock felt like hours. I kept looking out the door.
Finally, his car pulled up and he jumped out. Even though he only had a few minutes to shower, he looked like he stepped out of a surfing magazine. His hair was still damp, but styled as he jogged up. He had put on a tank that allowed me to count his abs and had his signature board shorts on. I hastily looked away, not wanting to be caught staring. I had to get my mind on other things, like work, or shoes, or anything. My lower extremities were reminding me how long it was since the last time I had sex.
“Hey, sorry I'm late, hit every red light here,” he said with a smile, running a hand through his hair. I tried my best not to make eye contact.
“Not a problem.” I waved my hand dismissively, even though I knew I was going to be late to work. I had this strange idea that if I looked at him, Ben would know something was up.
I grabbed my keys and kissed Ben on the head. “I'm out of here. Bye, Ben,” I said, walking quickly and avoiding Cee's gaze. I knew I was blushing, and the last thing I wanted was to discuss our kiss, or anything remotely close to it, in front of Ben. So instead, I just took off running for work.
***
I t was the Friday from hell. I didn’t know if it was the lack of sleep, or the fact that every muscle in my body ached from sleeping on a cramped couch, but I was not a happy camper. I was too old to do that. I made a mental note that I needed to add pillows to that couch. It didn't help that I was crazy busy. I was ready to yank my hair out by lunchtime. The only thing that kept me sane was the reminder it was Friday, and that I replayed that kiss on the cheek.
He had kissed me. I had kissed him. What was going on between us?
I was
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