“I don’t believe you, Ady.”
“You know, you’re the only person I let not use my full name,” I laugh, trying to change the subject.
“Are you sure about that?” he laughs. “I’m sure a brunette ex of yours didn’t use your full name either.”
“Is this you asking, or Catherine?” If it’s Bryan, I’m staying on the phone, but as much as I love Catherine, she can be nosey. But I love her anyway. She’s like the sister I never had.
“Me!”
He waits. It's so quiet on the other end, I check he’s still on the phone. Guess he’s telling the truth. No way Catherine could keep quiet this long.
“Well, you know, I was seeing someone before I moved to San Fran. What I didn’t tell you was who it was, and that it had the potential to be pretty serious. But then I being the grade A jerk that I was, strung her along for a month after the move. Then I went radio silent.”
“Adrien, I know all this. Sara and Catherine share everything. I saw the look on your face when she first sat down. There was something there.”
“Bry. Shit!” I run my hand through my hair. When did Bry get all sentimental and shit? “What do you want to know? How I was an asshole? How my dick was always going to get me in trouble one day? How Sara is the only person I’ve ever loved? She’s probably the reason I’ve remained relationship free for so long.”
There goes the quiet again. I hate it when Bry goes quiet.
“I messed up with Sara. She was way too good for me back then.”
“She still is,” laughs Bryan. “But I think you might be wrong.”
“About what?”
“Talking in the past tense about Sara. I’ve got to know Sara over the years. Part of the deal when your girlfriend and her best friend are as close as they are. She still has feelings for you. I can tell.”
“Well, we’ll see. We’re meeting up tomorrow for breakfast.”
“Good! The last thing I want is Catherine stressing that your dick is finally catching up with you and ruining our wedding.”
“Bry, you know I’d never let that happen. Sara knows that too.”
“I know. I just needed it to be out there.”
I’m laying in bed.Not my bed, at least not the one I’m used to sleeping in. And then I realize it’s my Miami apartment. I’d had the best sleep in years.
No secret why.
Seeing Sara again has brought back a lot of old feelings. Feelings I’m honestly not sure if I was ever going to feel again. I’ve often felt bad for giving Sara the silent treatment when I moved to San Francisco. Some therapists would probably say I have guilt in there somewhere. But we both deserved that promotion. That’s what I’ve always told myself. Where the guilt really comes from though, is the radio silence.
That was totally shitty.
To this day, I don’t have a good excuse. We should have broken up before the move. Hindsight is a great thing, right? I realize this.
Seeing her last night in that tight dress that hugged her in all the right places. I always loved her tits.
Thinking about Sara is making me hard.
Moving my hand, I grip my cock.
This is dangerous.
I’m meeting her in an hour. Unless I plan on meeting her with this hard on, I’m going to have to do something about it. I get out of bed and go to the shower, still gripping my cock, lazily stroking it.
With the water hitting me, I grip my cock tighter and rub my thumb over the sensitive tip.
God, that feels good.