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Fuck!
I clear my voice, pretending to look away while fixing my cap.
Last night she was drunk and I’m sure she doesn’t remember the nickname I gave her.
Slowly, I veer my gaze back to her, and the way she bites the edge of her lip distracts me.
She slaps my lap, spurring me to look in her line of sight. “Look at that surfer.”
I adjust in the seat.Not helping, Lenny.
I let out a deep exhale as I fix my resolve back in place.
She just got here. She’s my employee. She’s too young for me.
Is she?
I’m not blind to her signals. I’m observant enough to know the difference between flirting and a friendly conversation. I still don’t want to put her in inconvenient situations.
I’ve been used before, who’s to say this time it’ll be different?
She’s young, has a bright career on the horizon and I could be just a ticket to get ahead. Even though I want to believe that’s not the case, she’s pure-hearted, my mind won’t let me. The walls I built around myself are old but still remarkably strong.
Tough, my mind, soul, and body drift toward her nevertheless.
Some people just connect and have a click right from the beginning I know it for a fact. Just because it’s rare to find those types of relationships it doesn’t make them less.
Some friendships are built this way.
If you truly want something anything is possible, right?
But I’m still going to respect her and her position.
“Lenny—“
The gondola shakes and prompts her to clasp her hand onto my palm as it starts to descend. I hold my breath for mere seconds before releasing another shattered breath into the open air.
“Not a fan of heights,” she murmurs. “This height.”
Why are we in here then?
Maybe that’s how she conquers her fears.
I interlace our fingers, exhibiting my silent support and permitting my mixed feelings to quiet for the present moment.
We make it down safely.
Our shoes collide with the pier planks as we exit our gondola.
The black hoodie she borrowed from me at the house looks so much better on her—another item that makes me feel this way.
“I’m going to the restroom.” I haven’t gone all day and the gallon of water she forced me to drain is starting to squeeze at my bladder.
“I’ll wait for you here,” she registers with a lustful gaze.
Is it my imagination?
Two minutes’ walk, battling with myself whether to give in or not. I exit the stall and make it back to where I left Lenny.
