But I don’t regret teasing her.
I don’t regret biting my way across her supple chest.
I don’t regret the way her warm center felt sliding over my length.
And I don’t fucking regret hearing her moan as she brought herself to orgasm.
I wash my hands and move toward the living room and kitchen, which is completely empty.
Just what I suspected. So without another thought, I walk out of my apartment, down the hall, and knock on her door.
I wait a few moments, and when she doesn’t open, I knock again.
A few more seconds and nothing.
Panic starts to set in.
“Lia, you in there?” I knock.
Dead silent.
Fuck.
I go back to my apartment, and I find my phone. I consider calling her, but for some reason, I have a feeling that will go straight to voicemail, so I text her instead, trying to keep it light and not clingy or pathetic at all, even though that’s how I’m feeling.
Breaker: Morning, here I thought I was going to have to make you breakfast. Looks like I lucked out.
I set my phone down and go to the kitchen, where I make a pot of coffee, grab the Ibuprofen from my cabinet, and toss a frozen breakfast burrito in the microwave. While everything is cooking and brewing, I grip the kitchen counter and stare down at my phone, willing it to ding with a text.
When my coffee finishes brewing and the breakfast burrito is done, and I don’t have a response, sheer panic sets in.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I push my hand through my hair.
What did I do?
Huxley and JP were right. I should have just been the friend she needed last night. I should have kept my hands to myself. I should never have ripped her shirt and sucked on her tits.
That was so fucking—
Ding.
“Oh, thank fuck!” I shout as I lift my phone and see it’s a text from her.
Lia: What would you have made?
Relief washes over me at her lighthearted response.
On a sigh, I sit down with my burrito, Ibuprofen, and coffee and text her back.
Breaker: Currently eating a breakfast burrito from the freezer, so maybe that.
Lia: Really, you would have heated up a breakfast burrito? Wow.
Breaker: What would you have wanted?
Lia: A Danish at least.
Breaker: Well, if you’d have asked, I would have retrieved.
Lia: Shame. Now we’ll never know.
Breaker: Why did you leave? Was I not letting you hog the bed?
Lia: Early morning meeting.
Ehh, why don’t I believe that?
Probably because I know her schedule, and she never, and I mean never, has an early morning meeting. That’s just not how she operates. If she has a meeting with clients, it’s always midmorning or afternoon. Early morning isn’t in her vocabulary.
Breaker: You lying to me?
Lia: Do you really think I’d lie to you?
Yes.
I do.
And she is.
So I can either sit back and go with her lie, or be the person I’ve always been with her and be honest. The easier way out is to go with the lie. But the best things in life are never easy, so I decide to call her out.
Breaker: After what happened last night, you’d lie.
It takes her a few moments to text back, but she does thankfully.
Lia: Can we not talk about last night?
Breaker: Why, do you regret it?
Please say no. Please say no.
Lia: I . . . I don’t know, Breaker. It was . . . weird.
Breaker: Wow, can’t hear that enough.
Lia: Not like that. I mean . . . the during part was, well, it was amazing, but you’re you and that makes this weird.
Breaker: I get that, but that doesn’t mean you need to pull away.
Lia: I’m not, I’m just taking a second to digest what happened. I mean a lot happened. We learned a lot about each other in a few short minutes.
Breaker: I didn’t learn anything, just confirmed a lot of things in my head. Fucking amazing tits that taste like heaven.
I know I shouldn’t say it, but I don’t want her thinking that I believe any of that was a mistake because it wasn’t. It was . . . it was the start of something new, and I don’t want to shy away from it.
Lia: Breaker, I’m being serious.
Breaker: Yeah, so am I. I always knew you had amazing tits, but sucking on them last night? Fuck, it was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done, and I can still taste you on my tongue.
Lia: I . . . I don’t know what to say.
Breaker: You don’t need to say anything. Just know that there’s nothing to regret, at all. And it doesn’t change anything. I’m still your best friend. Always will be.
I wait for another text, but it doesn’t come in.