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Zeke
Iwasn’t sure how I got the strength to walk away from Shelby. Every cell in me wanted to lift her in my arm and carry her to her room. There, I would make love to her for hours.
What stopped me was that I wasn’t a cheater, and even though Diane and I had never talked about being exclusive with one another, I knew that I needed to tell her it was over.
I welcomed the cold of the night when I returned to the street, and it was only then that I pulled out my phone and called for a car to pick me up. I waited in front of the building, several times waring with myself not to go back inside.
Was she lying in her bed now thinking of me? Maybe she was in the shower, hot from the water and slippery from the soap.
God damn, my cock ached! I turned and stared at the front door. I didn’t have the key to unlock it yet, which is the only thing that saved her from me banging on her door.
As the car pulled up and I climbed in, I grinned to myself as I wondered what would save her from me once I moved into apartment 2-E, right down the hall from her.
* * *
The week zipped by, and I was moved into my apartment before I knew it. Well, moved in as much as I could be with what I had brought with me. I still wanted to get new furniture and decorate the place differently, but I was hoping to get Shelby to help with that.
I hadn’t seen her since I moved in three days ago and I tried not to be disappointed about that. I wondered if she knew which apartment was mine. Had Diane told her? Was she avoiding me because of what happened the other night?
I frowned as I unpacked the groceries I’d ordered. I hadn’t really even spoken to Diane since the night at the bar. A few text messages here and there, but nothing substantial. Had Shelby told Diane what happened? Is that why I hadn’t seen either one of them?
Not that anything happened with Shelby. Yeah, lustful words were spoken, and I’d touched her momentarily, but I hadn’t kissed her, and I sure as fuck hadn’t come deep inside of her as I wanted.
Since that night, I had jacked myself off to her memory several times. Sometimes it was the feel of her body that got me off. Other times, it was those expressive light green eyes. That first night, it had been to the fantasy of her naked, bent over my couch wearing her black leather heeled boots and nothing else.
I had come six times thinking about her, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go without having the real thing.
I was putting my vegetables in the fridge when there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, I was surprised to see Diane on the other side smiling happily.
“Hey, I was in the building and thought I would stop over and say hello.” She grinned as she stepped forward and kissed my cheek. “Plus, I wanted Shelby to see your place so she could help you.”
Diane reached to the side and yanked Shelby into view.
“Hi,” Shelby said with a slight wave. “Welcome to The Chadwick.”
“Thanks, come on in,” I told them as I stepped back. Diane stepped past me quickly, but Shelby hesitated as if she were debating on whether to step into the lions’ den or not.
I leaned down behind her as she passed, “You’re safe, I promise.”
A bark of laughter left her lips, and she stepped quickly away from me and started to look around the apartment.
“I thought you said that you were too busy to help me, Shelby.” I crossed my arms over my chest as I leaned against the wall in the entrance to the living room area.
Diane grinned, “She’s doing me a favor.”
Shelby rolled her eyes, “You’re right, Zeke, I am busy right now, but I can try to help you out a little bit—for Diane.”
I nodded, replying, “For Diane. Okay, thanks.” I didn’t want her to do it for her friend. I would have preferred she do it because she wanted to do it for herself or, better yet, me.
Shelby glanced my way, and we stared at one another for a moment. What was she thinking? Was she remembering the other night?
“So, what are you thinking?” She asked, and my brow furrowed. I didn’t think she’d honestly want me to answer that. “About your apartment,” She added a moment later while her eyes cut to Diane, who was looking at her phone.
“Oh, yeah, my apartment. Um, I wanted to get new seating and some artwork. Maybe a table behind the couch, and of course a coffee table.”
“Wood or metal?”
I frowned, “I don’t know. What do you suggest?”
