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Yoshi sighs out. “Look, I know you don’t know me, but… I've got no boundaries so you’ll just have to deal.”
“Alright,” I respond with a smile.
“I’m gonna be blunt.”
“Please.”
“She’s my friend and I love her. Don’t… Don’t hurt her.”
His request leaves my breath caught in my throat for a moment, causing a cascade of guilt to tumble through my body, dragging me with it into the ground below our feet.
“I mean… she’s sensitive. Emotional. Don’t lead her on. Just be honest about what you can give her. I don’t want to see her hurt again, especially after the crap she’s been through this year. She can take anything as long as you’re just honest with her about what you want.”
Yoshi’s brown eyes seem to plead with me silently despite his attempt to maintain a cheery demeanor. I barely know the man and he clearly sees me as a walking red flag, a monument to emotional fuckery, someone who hurts people, who would hurt his friend.
Is that what I do? What I am? I shut people out so much that I hurt them?
He must see my forlorn expression for he leans forwards a little. “I hope I didn’t say something I wasn’t supposed to. I just get a bit overprotective of her.”
“Not at all,” I respond. “I understand.”
As I finish the word, the air shifts, a crackle of electricity zipping through it as my head turns a little. The scent around me becomes sweeter, fresher and goosebumps trace across my skin as I look up to see Indigo walking towards us, her jacket and scarf draped over one arm, a small glass of beer in her other hand.
Her dress fits her tightly, blanketing her curves perfectly. The neckline is a sharp V leading down to tits that bounce on either side of it as she walks, but I notice them only for a second before my eyes meet hers. She looks nervous and angry at the same time, if that’s possible.
I don’t usually tolerate such impertinent glares from the women I frequent. In fact, on another day, such a bold glare would have earned her quite a memorable disciplining, but seeing as I earned the taunt by turning up unannounced, I’ll let it go.
She approaches from our left, placing her glass on the table and inhaling deeply before speaking. “You two… having a nice time?”
“Great,” grins Yoshi as her gaze drifts in awkward steps to me.
“Good,” she nods stiffly before moving closer to sit down on the bench. I shift to the right to give her space.
“Let me give you some more room,” Yoshi announces, getting up off the bench to take a seat opposite me.
My body hums, my awareness of her reaching fever pitch. I’m careful not to brush against her but it does nothing to stop the zigzag of static shooting between our bodies. Or mine, at least.
Yoshi’s wide eyes flit between me and my friend, his lips sliding into the goofiest of grins, causing Indie to lean into him.
“Oh my God, what’s with the terrifying grin?” she whispers sharply, making my lips twist in amusement. “He doesn’t usually act like this,” she mutters, half turning to me.
“Not a problem,” I respond, peering down in her direction as her slight fingers find the stem of her glass, twisting it between them as she stares at the sparkling amber liquid.
But before any of us can speak again, a stocky tree trunk of a man slaps Yoshi hard on the shoulders from behind.
“So, how are we all doing, my lovelies?” he croaks in a Scottish accent, his cheeks rosy above a full brown beard and mustache streaked with gray which seem to melt into his wavy collar-length brown hair. “How’s my girrrl?”
“We’re good, Harry,” she replies.
“And who’s the hottie?” he asks, tipping his head towards me.
“This is Greyson,” she replies, after seeming to exhale her disapproval of his jovial delivery.
He leans in closer, his hands now gripping the top bar of the chair at Yoshi’s back. “Oh,thisis Grrreyson…Interesting…Hmmm.” He rolls the r for so long that I feel the vibration roll across our table before inspecting me carefully.
His indiscreet analysis causes Indigo to shudder out a groan. “God, why is everyone acting so weird tonight?” she moans, pivoting her head towards me a little. “They’re not usually like this.” Her tone is kind of terse and she doesn’t look me in the eyes but I appreciate that she’s talking to me at all.
I smile in response, watching as the rotund Harry takes a seat to the right before gesturing over to the barman as Indie shakes her head. “Another please, barman!”
