Andrew
Ican’t get Hazel Sutton off of my mind. She is everything. As if her looks aren’t enough- she’s incredible in bed and has an awesome personality.
There’s something about her, maybe it’s the way she holds herself, but it’s so down to Earth despite how ridiculously hot she is.
It’s already been a day since we’ve hooked up. Occasionally, I’ll smell remnants of her perfume. Images and feelings of that night stop me in my tracks. I can practically taste her on my lips and hear echoes of her moans against the bare walls of the hotel room.
It’s too much for me to handle. I want to talk to her so badly. I look at my phone and unlock the screen, opening my messages.
Do I text her?
Fuck it.
I think about it for less than a second before my fingers type up a message.
“Hey,” I text.
“Hi Andrew.”
“Do you like food?”
What the hell kind of question is that Andrew? I mentally reprimand myself. Am I losing my touch?
“Hmm, food. I’ve tried it before. I think I can say I like it.”
“How about dinner food? With me.”
She pauses, but I can see the three dots working. What is she typing up? My heart beats waiting for a response. The three dots disappear.
God, this is bad. I really am losing my touch.
Dinner food? Where has the cool-headed, easy-going Andrew gone? Suddenly, I find myself second guessing everything. What if I’ve made the wrong move?
When was the last time I cared like this? Probably never. I still can’t place what it is about this woman that is so different. Her long blonde hair? Her adorable freckles and vivid green eyes with specks of yellow that make her look less like a person and more like a goddess?
Stop it, Andrew.
This can’t matter this much.
I remind myself that Hazel and Dylan have slept together too. I wonder what that was like.
Did he use his tongue to swipe along her sweet spots, the way I did, or roll his hips into her perfect ass the way I did? Did he wrap his masculine hands around her neck with the gentle force that I did? Can he make her scream and quiver on just his mouth and fingers?
My phone dings, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Sure, how about two nights from now?”
“Perfect.”
Now my thoughts can calm down as I go about the rest of my day, doing random chores I don’t usually get to do because we’re always flying.
Neither of my chores are helping me though. They just make my body busy while my mind wanders.
Should I tell Dylan about my date with Hazel? I don’t want it to put a rift in our relationship. Dylan is my best friend. He’s my copilot, and after working together and being best friends for so long- I still have no idea how he might react to this. Neither of us have been in this situation before.
It’s one of our rules that we’re not supposed to get with the same girl twice, it ruins the whole point system. But the rule especially applies to our coworkers.
We’re already playing a very dangerous game. If this turns sour at all, there’s going to need to be a huge shift at work, either with her, or with us. The longer this goes on, the potential for a rift gets larger and larger.