Jade was undoubtedly a magnificent and kind woman. I’d meant what I said to her last night. Jason didn’t deserve her, no matter how nice he was. She should have the best. That meant me standing aside too. I’d just caught Amber having sex with another man. This made me emotionally unavailable. Jade deserved better. She shouldn’t be a rebound to me or any other man.
I’m definitely keeping my distance. At least we had fun last night. She pulled me out of my depression. What would I have done without her?
Spending this alone time with Jade had been interesting. Usually, I only exchanged a few sentences with her. During our school years, all of her visits went to Zora. I was just there to point Jade in whatever direction of the house my sister was in. By college and after, I would bump into Jade anytime I went home to see my mother. Jade visited my mother weekly, knowing how lonely my mother was and how much she missed Zora and me. I had really appreciated it because many times I felt guilty for leaving my mother on the West Coast all alone.
Instead of Amber, I should have moved my mother in this January. Hmmm. Maybe I should do this now. I have three bedrooms and lots of space.
Two years ago, my mother had battled cancer. When Zora or I wasn’t in California for medical appointments and chemotherapy, Jade stayed by her side, holding her hand. For that, I would always make sure Jade was in a good place. Earlier I had lied and said Zora bought her sculptures for me to design my living room. It was false. I’d been following Jade’s career from the very beginning. Anytime she put a new product out, I made sure to get a piece for the office or my condo. She was such a good person. She deserved nothing but success.
If you weren’t Zora’s best friend. . .or even so close to my mother. . .I would. . .
I had to get that thought out of my head. Jade had become family. Starting a relationship with her would complicate the connection. I was shit when it came to women and love. I didn’t know if I sucked at romance or was crap with choosing the right women.
No. I can’t mess with Jade. That’s crazy. Mom would be in every facet of our situation, making sure it was all perfect. Zora would freak out.
My bladder signaled, letting me know that any future pondering must wait.
But I didn’t move. Instead, I studied Jade’s face some more. It was easy to see why her odd boyfriend had pulled out a ring. She’d been a cutie when we were kids. Now, she was drop-dead gorgeous.
I almost don’t want to wake her up.
If I didn’t have to go to the bathroom, I may have stayed right there and held her. In my mind, I told myself it wasn’t a big deal to feel this way. She was warm and soft. A family friend. Shouldn’t I want to keep her safe within my arms?
She smells good too.
I inhaled her fragrance some more.
What is this?
I sniffed again.
Roses maybe. Blackberries and. . .vanilla. Hey. Stop smelling her and go to the bathroom.
Slowly, I moved my arm. Next, I slid her small frame over to the other side of the small couch.
How the hell did we stay on here? I’m surprised we both didn’t fall off in the middle of the night.
A low groan left those full lips, and then her eyes fluttered open.
“Sorry,” I whispered. “I had to go to the bathroom.”
“Ummhmm.” She stretched her arms, gazed around, and noticed her leg had been hooked around mine. “Oh, my God. Did I fall asleep on you?”
“Yes.”
She moved off me. “Sorry, I—”
“No. You kept me warm.”
She blushed. “Still, the couch is already uncomfortable. I didn’t need to add to it.”
“Trust me. You made it easier to bear.” I rose. Unfortunately, I had morning wood. A typical occurrence, but not how I wanted to say good morning to her. Especially since my cock pushed through my pants and pointed Jade’s way. Her face was barely a foot from the bulging tip. She widened her eyes.
I cleared my throat, walked off, and did my best to adjust the length. “Sorry. It’s biology.”
She chuckled behind me.
“Oh really?” I called back at her as I continued to the bathroom. “You think my cock is a laughing matter?”
She screeched.
“What?” I stopped in the bathroom’s door and looked at her.
“Cock? Really?” She stood and yawned.
“Sorry. Should I say penis?”
“It’s more appropriate.”
“Because talking about my morning erection with you is appropriate?” I chuckled, closed the door, and flipped the toilet seat up.
She yelled back, “It’s more appropriate than cock!”
Meanwhile, I like it when you say the word. I should make you say cock all day. I wonder if I can.