“Damn, do you need some help?” I stiffen, that is not Kiesha’s voice.
I squint, trying to keep my eyeball from being on fire.
I see Zane trying not to stare at my tits on display. I am beyond mortified.
“If you can show me something I haven’t seen before I’ll give you fifty dollars,” he teases, stepping into the bathroom with his head turned away from me. Handing me a towel he then steps into the hall and closes the door for me.
“Uh, Kiesha was coming out as I was getting ready to knock, she told me to come on in. I didn’t realize you were, uh, naked,” he calls from the other side of the door.
Who knew Zane could show such manners. After getting the sting out of my eye, I wrap the towel around me once I am out of the tub.
Cracking the door open, I peer out into the short hall to see him sitting on my couch. I make a quick run for my room and throw on some comfortable clothes. My favorite gray yoga pants and a black tank top that just so happens to make me boobs look great.
“So, what are you doing here?” I ask, flopping down on the couch next to him. Now that my evening has been interrupted, I might as well make the best of it.
“You left your phone in my truck. Here,” he says while getting up and digging in his pocket. “It kept chiming, so I figured I’d bring it over.”
“Thanks. Have you had dinner yet?” I am trying to act natural and ignore the fact that Zane has now seen me partially naked again.
“No. You hungry?” He sounds nervous.
Interesting.
“I was thinking of ordering a pizza and watching TV since Kiesha stole my book.”
“You inviting me to join you?” He grins at me.
“Yeah. That’s what friends would do, right? I’ll order while you find us a movie. Help yourself to my collection. I keep my movies in the bottom drawer of the TV stand.”
Swiping my thumb across the screen of my phone, my face pales when I see the missed calls and text messages from Justin. The messages are vague. Just saying he needs to talk to me. We have nothing to talk about. He made his feelings pretty damn clear when I walked up on him and that bitch sucking face.
We have nothing to say.
I’ve moved on with my life and I am in a good place.
I’m happy here.
Chapter 13
Zane
Trying to find a movie in Hattie’s collection is tough. She has mostly romance movies based off Nicholas Sparks novels. I see she has the first season of a zombie show and decide it looks like a safe choice. I don’t want to risk anything romantic. I’m trying to show her we can be friends. The last thing I need is for her to think I am trying to seduce her by picking something overly romantic. Holding the DVD up to her, she gives me a thumb up as she orders us a pizza. Delivery charges for here at the trailer park can get a bit pricey, but it’s well worth it. Papa’s Pizza has the best sauce in all of Deadman’s Drop.
I can’t help but notice Hattie keeps looking through her messages on her phone with a pained expression on her face while the previews play. “Hey, you okay?” I squeeze her knee gently. “I can go if you aren’t into this.” I can tell her mind is a thousand miles from here right now. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. I already scared the shit out of her by barging in the bathroom on her. I wouldn’t have just gone in on her like that. Kiesha told me to go on in and said she is in the back. I didn’t know she was in the bathtub. My mind instantly flashes to her breasts all wet and soapy.
I look over and the top she has on is pushing them up. Fuck, her tits are nice.
I just want to suck on them while she rides me.
Quit thinking about her tits dude or you are going to get hard, I scold myself mentally.
“No, I’m sorry I am being so rude. I want you to stay.” She puts her phone on the side table and smiles weakly.
“Want to talk about it?”
“Not really…it’s my fiancé.” I stiffen, and she corrects herself by throwing in that he is her ex. “I was so blind. I was so stupid. We’re friends, right?” I am not sure if I really want to hear about her and some other dude. She did say he was an ex, but they were engaged, so it must have been serious. He must be the loser that hurt her. I need to put my feelings aside and be here for her. I meant what I said about being her friend.
This is my chance to prove it to her.