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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
JULY 2012
Ifelt on top of the world after I sang for Drew. Like maybe I was decent, or I could sing professionally one day.
But that was nothing in comparison to how it felt when he kissed me. When I kissed back.
The months leading up to that kiss—that make-out session—had been littered with thoughts about him. Thoughts I'd never had about anyone other than him, really. I would have tried denying it, but it was impossible to do. From the first time I heard his laugh, I was captivated. From the first time I saw him and talked to him, I was under his spell.
Our long nights playing video games in the dark basement where our knees gradually touched, with his laughter filling the room had me rubbing myself raw before I went to bed most nights. And though I tried lying to myself over and over like a mantra, I knew he was the reason I went to bed rock hard every night, because it was his face that I came to.
I kissed Drew back, hungrily. I was so worked up after months of watching him do yard work half naked, walking in on him in just a towel in the bathroom we shared—from his scent that lingered in the basement, even when he left it, and from the way his eyes crinkled as he laughed and lit up my whole fucking world.
Our kiss escalated so quickly, it unnerved me. His power over me frightened me. It had all felt so natural, but when he said my name and looked into my eyes, mere centimeters away from where our lips hovered near each other, reality snapped back into place, and I ran back to the bedroom that had been loaned to me.
I locked myself in there and panted heavily against the closed door. I brought my knees up to my chest and hugged myself tightly as I wondered if we’d just destroyed our friendship. So many emotions flooded through me, that I didn’t know which to pay attention to first. I was proud I’d sang for him. I was ecstatic he thought I was good. Watching him play the drums had made my heart swell. I was exhilarated and paranoid. I was starving for him. I wasn’t in a relationship, yet guilt still rolled through me as I struggled to understand why I felt dirty. Like I’d done something wrong.
My body wasn’t listening, though, because my cock still strained as it pressed against my jeans. I replayed the feel of his lips, the look in his eyes, and the feel of him against me as I untucked myself and started stroking.
AUGUST 2012
Neither one of us brought up the kiss after that night, which made things easier and so much harder.
The morning after, I’d found whatever courage I could muster and went downstairs as I usually did, and we ate cereal and watched a rerun ofFast and Furious.We commented on the movie, laughed, and made bad jokes, and by the time the credits were rolling, we were back to how we’d been before the kiss, which was great and horrible at the same time. I was relieved that things weren’t insanely awkward like I’d thought they’d be, but almost more than that, I was begging to feel him underneath me again.
Whatever happened between us later that night, it was obvious that neither one of us was up forthatkind of discussion. At least, not yet.
A week and a half after that night, I began working for Drew’s father at the firm. Drew dropped me off each morning, and in the afternoons, he would pick me up, or if he was working at the gas station, I’d ride home with his dad.
The firm was simple. The people there were older than me, and they were cozy in their roles. They welcomed me with open arms, and they were patient with me as I learned my new duties.
I was bored out of my mind.
Most of my days were spent on mail runs, purchasing supplies for the office online, taking notes in meetings, making the coffee, keeping the office pristine, and answering phones. I felt bad for not loving the job that had been handed to me, but I didn’t let Drew’s dad know how bored I was. It was a job I could do, and I made sure to do it well. It was the least I could do for him.
On Fridays, the office was typically vacant except for the select few who had to come in, like me. A lot of the lawyers had meetings that they took at their home on those days, or they would go out for extended “work lunches” and not return until the following Monday.
Fridays were my favorite days because of the silence. The silence gave birth to my creativity, and though I knew next to nothing about writing songs, one day I just sat down and wrote. And then I wrote some more. Then, I edited and tried to hum a tune for the strings of sentences that had spiraled from my mind.
At the end of my first two weeks, I’d written three songs. One was finished, one was being edited, and the last one was just a draft; I hadn’t even figured out the chorus.
Still, I felt the need to show Drew. I’d never wanted to show something like that to anyone before. My parents didn’t give a single fuck when I aced tests or brought home crafts I’d done in art class. Over time, I didn’t even attempt to show them or win drops of affection from them. I knew the words of validation and love that I sought would never come.
Somehow, I’d blown Drew away with my voice, and singing for him felt almost as natural as breathing once I got used to it. Sometimes I wondered if that’s what had made him kiss me in the first place. I shook my head as I trotted down the steps that lead to the basement and told myself not to think about that nightagain.
Drew had that Friday off, and he was napping on the couch with a movie muted in the background. I was ready to slap my pages of lyrics on the coffee table in front of him, but instead, his peaceful presence caught me off guard.
I stared at him from the entryway and felt the blood burn my cheeks as my eyes swept down his body greedily. His lips were parted, and his breaths were long and even. He had one hand atop his broad chest, and the other behind his head, cradling his messy waves. He wore no shirt and a pair of simple black sweatpants, and as I took in each curve and hard edge of his muscular torso, I forgot how to breathe properly. I forced a breath and squeezed my eyes shut before loosening the borrowed tie from its chokehold around my neck.
When I opened my eyes, he hadn’t moved. I almost wished he would have woken up when he sensed my presence, but he was too encompassed by sleep. Slowly, I took a few steps closer to him. I couldn’t help it. He had a small dusting of chest hair and an impressive happy trail. The heat in my cheeks intensified, but I couldn’t tear my starved eyes away from his body. Even from where I stood, I could smell the fresh scent of his deodorant mixed with the summer sun. Something caught my eye, and I noticed he had a ring in his left nipple.
I felt like I was fucking hyperventilating. My dick strained in my slacks, and I was about to stroke myself—just once—when his eyes opened groggily. I sat down immediately near his legs and plopped a flimsy pillow over my lap to hide my arousal.
“Hey.” Drew grinned. He stretched his toned arms above his head in a feline-like stretch, and all his other muscles tensed with him. I looked away and begged my erection to go away, but no matter what awful things I tried to conjure up in my mind to distract myself from him, the blood down south wouldn’t ease up.
“You okay?'' he asked with a gravelly voice. I looked back at him as he sat up and bent over in my direction to look me in the eye.
I nodded. Why had I come down here in a rush, again?
