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Nathan advances until my back presses to the wall beside his front door. His head dips, lips barely a breath away from mine, and his steel forearms land against the wall on either side of my head, caging me in.
“Did I pass?” he whispers, the movement touching his mouth to mine.
“Pass?”
“The best friend test.” Half his mouth hitches in a cocky smirk, drawing my gaze from his eyes back to his lips.
Realizing my hands hang at my sides like two stupid limp noodles, I lift them to rest on that sexy muscle chiseled above his hips. It elicits another shiver from me. His brown eyes darken as if to say I felt that. Oh, what is it about this man that turns my confident self into a quivering mess?
“Y-yeah. I’d say you passed.”
“Good.”
He plants his mouth on mine, pressing me tighter against the wall, and maneuvers his thigh into the space between my legs. The slight pressure nearly has me coming out of my skin as I discourage myself from grinding against him. As I slide my fingers into his unruly hair to take him deeper, he pulls away.
I’m left standing with my mouth gaping, struggling for a breath as he looks down at me sexily.
“Do you need a ride?”
My brain misfires from the scorching kiss. “Uh, no. I got it. My car’s a block away.”
“Get home safe, then. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
Fu-crap.
I may have forgotten that we worked together while I was busy doing the horizontal tango with him for the past twelve hours. Don’t get me wrong, I’m completely okay with having sex with a friend. The problem is somewhere between shots three and four of tequila last night, I lost the piece of information that said I’d be seeing him on his shift rotation for the next five days.
Mental note to call Cami ASAP and ask her to be a human buffer. Scratch that. I’m acting insane. This is fine. This is Nathan, of all people. He’s the kindest, least judgmental person I’ve ever met. He won’t make things weird between us, especially at work. But is it a little weird that I could describe in detail what he looks like naked, and how good he is at using his tongue…?
“Hey, you okay?”
“Yep! The hangover is hitting me. I need something to eat, and I’ll be good as new.”
Nathan rubs his right ear against his shoulder. “You want to stay for a bite to eat?” His soft voice puts me at ease.
“No, but thank you. I should go. Burrito calls and all that.”
Oh my god, why, Kiersten? I’m as suave as an elephant on stilts. I reach behind me and twist the door handle. It pops open harder than I expect, and I stumble through the doorway. “I’ll see you at work!”
His chuckle chases me out the door, and I skip down the steps. I don’t look back until I reach the sidewalk in front of his house. Nathan leans against the doorjamb in nothing but his underwear, giving a little half wave and sexy half smirk when he catches me watching. Ugh, it’s so not fair.
At least this isn’t a true walk of shame. Besides my blond hair looking like I stuck my finger in an electrical socket, the pair of shorts and tee I wore to the bar last night appear perfectly normal for a Sunday morning stroll. I could’ve been forced to walk down main street in a pair of stilettos and little black dress. Now that’d be a shot to my ego, speaking strictly from experience.
A brisk ten-minute walk later, I reach my red Honda Civic behind the bar. After swinging past the Main Street diner for the loaded breakfast burrito I couldn’t stop thinking about, I find myself back at my empty house. A sigh escapes as I flop onto my brown microfiber couch. Kicking my feet out in front of me, I prop them on my antique coffee table.
After inhaling my burrito, texting Cami and Nathan that I’m home and alive, and taking my pill that I brought out before I sat down, I roll into my soft cushion, drag the throw off the back of the couch, and promptly pass out while thinking of the glamorous life of a single thirtysomething.
So. Freaking. Glamorous.
2
Kiersten
The week started off awkward by yours truly because my brain refused to stop picturing Nathan naked. Those paramedic uniforms do absolutely nothing to accentuate what he has underneath it. To be fair, I suppose it goes for the ladies too, but I swing hetero, so women don’t have the same effect on me. It also wouldn’t be fair, in the current climate of equality, to request his uniform to be a little revealing. Undo a button on top or something. Maybe I should ask my boss about doing one of those charity calendars the firefighters are so successful with. Naked heroes holding puppies.
The thought is ridiculous, though I wouldn’t mind having a calendar of Nathan all to myself.
After I overcome my initial inability to stop staring at Nathan’s ass, things go back to normal. By Wednesday, I’ve forgotten about the entire thing (yeah, right), but I do consider plans for the weekend that don’t involve having sex with my incredibly hot best friend.
