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Brock laughs again, his large frame shaking. I roll my eyes and push by him, heading toward the kitchen in search of more water. Damn, I'm thirsty.
My shop has a little apartment down in the finished basement. My old boss used to live down here while he ran the shop upstairs.
It's perfect for one person with a living room, game area, eat-in kitchen, small bedroom off to the side, and a full bathroom.
And after a long day at the shop, I sometimes crash here either alone or with Gramps. It's cozy and welcoming, the smells from upstairs reminding me of what I love most in the world.
Surfing.
“So care to tell me what got you so hungover?” Brock followed me into the kitchen, grabbing an apple off the table before leaning against the counter to inspect me. Or play twenty questions. Typical.
“A beach party, if you must know.”
“The one here last night? I thought you hated those.”
He's right. I do hate them. But Rocky and Gramps were snoring away, so I decided to go for a walk.
I didn't intend to have one of the best nights of my life.
Did I really just say that?
Yep, I did. It was one of the best nights I've had in a long, long time.
Her hot, sweaty body bouncing up and down on my cock, her pussy plunging onto me, sucking me in over and over again.
I shift on my feet, my dick suddenly coming to life. I need to stop thinking about this girl. She's nobody important, and it was just one night. Like all the other hookups in the past. One and done.
But none of those other girls made me feel the way Addi does.
None of those other girls listen as I speak, their entire body and mind in tune to mine as though we've known each other for years.
None of those other girls look at me the way she does, her eyes studying and drinking me in as if she's memorizing every part of me.
I shrug. It's no big deal. “I was bored. Gramps and Rocky passed out together like two old men, so I went for a walk and ended up bumping into a few people.”
“And drank like a fish?”
“Yeah, that too.” I chug down half of another bottle of water. “Who’s upstairs for me, by the way?”
“Some guy who said he paid for today's one o’clock class, but his name isn't on the list.”
I sigh. “I'll look into it. Probably forgot to add him.” I'm sure it was me. Rushing around like crazy all the time, I probably spaced on penciling him in.
Brock watches me like he knows something. I play it cool and sip my water, savoring the last few minutes of my lunch break.
Word can travel fast around this small town, and I'm sure somebody who knows somebody who knows Brock's great uncle told him I was hanging with a girl last night.
A sight you don't see very often.
I'm not one to date. When I do hang with a chick, it's on the down low, away from the prying eyes of this town.
I don't need the whispers or the rumors that'll spread around town faster than a hooker’s legs.
People judge. For your past, your present, hell, even your future. It'll be judged even when it hasn't fucking happened yet.
So, I lay low. No need to stir anything up. What happened or happens in my life will stay under wraps. That's where it belongs anyway.
“Party was a good time, then?” Brock asks as he fills his water bottle.
