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We’ve been friends for a long time, so there’s a certain level of comfort between the two of us. She can cuddle up to me like this in front of our family and friends, and nobody bats an eye. We’ve always been this way. Close, affectionate, but platonic.
“Tell me,” she breathes, and the whispery, husky sound of her plea goes straight to my dick. I’m constantly horny whenever I’m around her. Even jacking off at least twice a day isn’t enough to sate the urges, and at this point, my balls are permanently blue.
I lean down, bringing my face right in front of hers. So close that I feel her warm breath skate across my lips, my eyes nearly crossing from how close hers are as I stare into them.
I could bridge the distance right now. In one tiny move, I could press my lips against hers and kiss her how I want to; how I’ve always imagined it.
But what if it ruins everything?
I’d rather have her in my life like this than not at all. Plus, I’m not sure I could take that kind of rejection. Not that I’ve got a particularly fragile ego, but being rejected by the only girl I’ve ever given a damn about would shatter it for sure.
If I hold back for too long, though, there’s bound to be someone else who’ll come along without reservations and steal her away from me.
It’s a slippery slope, one I have no idea how to navigate without falling on my face.
My gaze leaves hers for a moment to flicker across the fire, to where our parents are seated together. They’re looking this way, whispering to each other conspiratorially, and I’m momentarily relieved that I had enough impulse control to stop myself from going in for the kiss.
I’ll bet Sloane’s dad would’ve freaked out. Alpha Brock has never been my biggest fan, and he’s not exactly subtle in the way he watches me when we’re together. He’s always eyeing me warily, like I’m a bomb about to go off that he’ll need to swoop in to save his daughter from.
I glance back down at Sloane, her question still hanging in the air between us.
She wants to know what I’m thinking about.
I’ve never been great with words.
Why can’t I just tell her how I feel?
You. I’m thinking about you, Sloane, and how much I want to kiss you right now. I’m thinking about how I’ve been in love with you since I was five years old and you cried when Tristan knocked you over and you skinned your knee on the pavement, and I pushed him down in retaliation, not caring that I’d get in trouble for picking on someone younger. I’ve always wanted to take care of you and protect you, and now I realize why. It’s because I’m in love with you, and I always have been. And if you don’t love me back, then I guess I’ll die alone, because you’re the only one for me.
“I’ve gotta take a leak,” I mumble, wincing when I realize how crudely that came out.
Idiot.
“I’ll walk with you,” Sloane offers, shuffling her legs off the bench and planting her feet on the ground. Her curls spill over her shoulders as she stands, and I immediately dwarf her with my own height as I rise to my feet from the bench beside her.
“Hey, where are you two going?” Brock barks out, because of-fucking-course Sloane’s dad has been keeping an eye on us all evening.
“To take a piss,” I reply, tossing a thumb over my shoulder in the direction of the dark forest at my back.
Sloane sidesteps closer to me, linking her arm through mine. “Buddy system,” she adds with a cheeky grin.
It’s not like Brock can argue with that. All our lives, we’ve been warned about the dangers of going into the woods alone after dark, our parents stressing the importance of buddying up.
He nods curtly, though the tense set of his jaw and the disapproval in his glare betray how he really feels about the two of us going off together on our own.
It’s almost laughable, because he’s got nothing to worry about. Sloane and I have never stepped a toe out of the friend zone, and I doubt that’ll change with a hike through the snow to take a leak.
With her daddy’s approval, Sloane and I skirt around the bench and trudge away from the bonfire pit, snow crunching beneath the soles of our boots as the firelight fades behind us. Reaching the dense cover of the trees, the two of us slip into the darkness of the forest, me leading the way to navigate around rocks and fallen limbs in our path that are partially obscured beneath the snow.
Once the sounds of the music and chatter around the bonfire fade completely, I finally come to a stop, picking out a tree to piss on. Sloane hangs back politely as I break away from her and stride up to the wide trunk, unzipping my fly and pulling out my dick- with difficulty, since it’s semi-hard. Then I relax and let it flow, steam rising from the stream as I empty my bladder.
I sigh in relief, shaking off, but the back of my neck prickles with awareness as I feel the unmistakable sensation of being watched. I jerk my head sideways to look over my shoulder and Sloane’s eyes ping up to collide with mine.
“Were you just peeking?”
“No!” she shrieks, her face instantly turning red with embarrassment. “Gross, why would I look?”
“You tell me,” I drawl, tucking myself back into my pants. I turn around to face her, still dragging up the zipper, and her gaze drops to track the movement, her face flushing even redder when she belatedly realizes what she’s doing and turns away.
