21 Days (Time for Love 2)

I shook my head and practically ran to the bathroom. It looked like I was going to get very clean over the next twenty-one days.

Chapter 8 – Sasha

“I told TJ about the night I saw him and Melody having sex,” I told the girls as we all sat down with our glasses of wine and tray of cheese and grapes. We were having a girls’ night at my place¸ so I’d decided to go with a “Wine Night.” I figured it would give us a chance to relax and catch up. I felt like I hadn’t had a night with my girls in ages.

“You did?” Shelly squealed.

“What did he say?” Gaby asked with a laugh as she popped a grape in her mouth. “I still can’t believe you didn’t come back and get us that night … so we could watch too!”

“Gabs!” Shelly yelled at her as she playfully slapped her on the arm.

“What?” Gaby asked mischievously. “I bet it was hot as hell.”

“It was.” I smiled, gesturing toward her with my wine glass. “I still think about it sometimes.” I looked upward and pretended to be remembering the encounter, then I looked back at them with a grin. “I think he got excited thinking about me watching. He left before the movie was over to take a shower … Even though I could’ve sworn he’d just taken a shower before I got home.”

“He probably needed a cold one,” Shelly said with a giggle.

I smiled at the thought. Was it bad that it turned me on to think that I’d turned TJ on last night? I’d always thought he was hot, and had even imagined going out with him a few times over the years, but I was too worried about messing up our relationship. There weren’t many people in my life that I could trust and count on, but he was one of them. He was too important.

“Other than you making him pop a boner, how’s the situation between the two of you now that he’s living here?” Gaby asked.

“Really well,” I said with a shrug. “Surprisingly so … Usually he and I are arguing and stuff, but there hasn’t been any of that since he’s been here. We’re just two friends hanging out. It’s been pretty cool actually.”

“That’s great!” Shelly said, then narrowed her eyes at me. “Any chance of you two moving beyond friendship?”

“Yeah, Sash … You guys have plenty of sparks, you should act on it,” Gaby added with a wag of her eyebrows.

“What? You two are nuts. You know that TJ and I are just friends,” I argued, taking a gulp of my wine.

We’d had these conversations before, plenty of times, so why did the possibility of being with TJ sound so much more appealing this time?

“Anyway,” I said, trying to deflect the conversation. “What ever happened with you and Brock, Gabs? Did you tell him yes?”

“I did,” Gaby said, standing up to wiggle her hips and sitting back down with a laugh. “We’re going out next weekend.”

“That’s great,” Shelly gushed. “Brock’s a great guy. I hope you guys have a good time … Are you sure you’re ready to forget about the possibility of something happening between you and Scott?”

“Mmmm-hmmm. I think it will be fun to go out with Brock. I’m going to take it for what it is … a night out with a good-looking guy. We’ll see what happens.”

“Absolutely,” I said with a grin. I lifted my glass and raised it. “To us. May we take opportunities when they arise.”

“Here, here,” the girls said in unison, bringing their glasses in to meet mine for a toast.

After we’d had a couple glasses, and had moved from cheese to Oreos, TJ walked in the door, splattered with paint.

“TJ!” we all shouted excitedly, each of us feeling nice and buzzed.

TJ cocked an eyebrow and grinned broadly as he took in the situation.

“Hey, ladies, how’s it going?”

Everyone started talking at once and I jumped up to run over and give him a hug. He held up his hands to stop me.

“Careful, Red, I’m covered in paint.”

I wrinkled my nose and shrugged, mumbling, “That’s okay,” before wrapping my arms around him anyway.

He squeezed me gently, then pulled back and looked at my face. “Feeling good?” he asked, bringing his finger up to tap me on the nose.