Friend-Zoned (Friend-Zoned 1)

He whispers, “Fuck me. ” Then he holds my face in his hands and kisses me deeply.

After a few seconds of bliss I break away and place my forehead on his.

I whisper, “I won’t have you talking about my man like that. My man is big and strong and he’ll kick your ass. ”

He blinks. Then bursts out laughing and squeezes me.

I smile big. I love when he laughs.

Still chuckling he says, “I love you. ”

We both freeze.

My heart stops.

I have died. Just a little.

He cringes and says, “Too soon, huh?”

I smile and shrug. He sighs and pulls me into him. I’m wrapped in a Nik blanket and it feels great.

Screw soon!

I turn my head a little so our lips touch. I hold his jaw with my fingertips and peck at his lips one- two- three times.

Here goes nothin’.

I close my eyes and whisper against his lips, “I love you more. ”

I feel his smile against my lips and he wraps me up tight.

Warmth washes over my body. I forgot what being in love with someone felt like.

We stay tangled together until Max and Ceecee got home.

As soon as Ceecee comes through the door she yells out, “Tina! Tina! Tina!”

Nik and I laugh into each other’s necks before separating. We both stand and watch Ceecee come towards us wearing the most beautiful crooked smile.

She looks happy. That makes me happy. I lean down and give her a big hug.

I push her hair behind her ear and tell her, “We were waiting for you to get home. I cooked breakfast for all of us. ”

Max looks to the ceiling, throws his arms in the air and whoops. He walks toward me and kisses me on the cheek and says, “I knew there was a reason I liked you, T. ”

Ceecee’s face has dropped. She replies quietly, “I already ate breakfast with grandma. ”

Max peeks in the oven and yells out, “French toast and bacon? You’re a goddess, Tina. ”

Ceecee’s face lifts a little. She whispers to me, “I love French toast. ”

I smile at her and offer, “Well how about this, you go ahead and get yourself a piece and whatever you can’t eat, I’ll eat for you. ”

She smiles shyly and responds, “Okay. ”

I bring the food over to the dining table and go back into the kitchen. I peek out and see Max cutting Ceecee’s food for her. Ceecee doesn’t look happy.

I call Max into the kitchen and say, “Max, honey, Ceecee is nine years old. She doesn’t need you to cut her food for her anymore. ”