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Lathering up some soap, I grip my rock-hard dick and begin the dance we’ve danced many times before. But this time, my dance partner has two left feet, and I can’t seem to find my rhythm. I don’t know why. I brace one hand against the tiled wall and try for a different angle, but it’s pointless. I’m off when I shouldn’t be because there’s no doubt that I want to come.
I stroke harder, and yes, it feels fucking amazing, but as I hear Madison laugh, I know the reason I can’t cross the finish line is because of her, which is ironic, seeing as she’s the cause of my hard-on. But I feel beyond disgusting jerking off with her a few feet away. I mean, what would she think if she knew I was currently beating off, using her as my inspiration?
“What is this woman doing to me?” I sigh, lightly thumping my forehead against the shower wall as I let go of my junk.
Giving up, I wipe an exhausted hand down my face while the other reaches for the faucet and turns the water to cold.
With my teeth chattering and my body shivering, I look down at my semi-flaccid cock and grunt, “I hope you’re happy, you damn pussy.”
We’re on the hunt for coffee, and I’m blindly following Madison, who said she’s got it covered. I have no idea what that means, but funnily enough, I trust her. If it were Juliet, however, then I would expect “coffee” to be a code word for an adult superstore, but I know Madison would never be so crude.
Looking at the smallangelobeside me with nothing but a skip to her step, I realize how at ease I am with her. I know she hasa past, but don’t we all? Sadly, my past is about to leave me percolated and foaming at the mouth.
We stop in front of a Starbucks, and Madison opens her arms out wide. “Ta-da!”
I cock an eyebrow. “I don’t get it.”
Madison laughs, screwing up her nose. “Duh, coffee is served. I know the owner, so coffee is on me.”
I now understand what she meant by her “having ways.” Although, I do prefer my way over hers.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I ask, needing clarification, “Ah, you want to go in here?”
Madison nods, looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Yes. They sell coffee, don’t they? What are you waiting for?” She tugs on my arm, while my feet remain firmly rooted to the sidewalk.
Madison jerks forward and almost trips over her feet when I don’t budge an inch. Turning to look at me over her shoulder, she raises both eyebrows. “Are you all right? You look like you’re about to…cry?” she half teases, but I can hear the concern in her voice.
“Cry?” I scoff, barely containing the edge to my tone. “I just don’t like Starbucks. It’s too trendy, not to mention their flamboyant, ridiculous names for coffee are downright ludicrous. How about we go to a little cafe up the road where they sell proper coffee and biscotti?” I nod, hoping she comes quietly and willingly.
But of course she does neither.
“How about you tell me what you have against Starbucks?” she says, crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly.
“I don’t have anything against them, per se,” I reply, clearing my throat.
“So why won’t you go inside?” she asks, cocking her head to the side, awaiting my reply.
Goddammit, Madison is as stubborn as she is beautiful. Another quality I like about her. Looking at her hard resolve, I know she won’t let this go until I tell her the truth.
“I met my ex…fiancée in a Starbucks, and I guess I associate all Starbucks with her. I’m sure you can guess how this story ends,” I confess, feeling utterly ridiculous.
Madison’s eyes widen at my sad, pathetic story, but she doesn’t throw me a pity party. “Oh, I guess that’s as good a reason as any.”
I nod, putting my hands in my jeans pockets. “Yeah, I guess,” I reply, hating that, as usual, Lily is ruining my day.
But once again, Madison surprises me as she says, “You’re right, Starbucks is a little trendy. And besides,” she adds, “you had me at biscotti. Lead the way, Dr. Mathews.” She smiles, waiting for me to make the first move.
I stand speechless, staring at this mystical creature before me. She really is too good to be true, as I know her Starbucks spiel was entirely for my benefit.
Offering her my hand, she looks at it for a heartbeat but then links her fingers through mine and smiles. “So what flavor biscotti do they have?”
I can’t help but laugh at her obvious derailment, but I welcome it. I rattle off the long list of sweets the café Dolci’s has available, and Madison listens intently, smacking her lips at the endless options.
As we walk hand in hand on a Sunday morning, I can’t help but think how natural this feels. Sadly, I have to remind myself that Madison is currently seeing David the douche nozzle, and this can never extend into anything other than friendship while he’s in the picture. I don’t like it, but Madison is a big girl and if she chooses to date primates, then I have to respect her decision.
When we arrive at Dolci’s, I automatically push open the door for Madison, which is something I haven’t done for a very long time.
“Dixon!” Concetta shrieks from behind the counter.
