Accidentally Amy(18)
“I get it.” S
he sighed and nodded. Popped a nervous little grin and said, “So I guess I just wanted to tell you that, um, I think we should behave as if tonight never happened, like we never hung out outside of work.”
“Agreed,” he said, his nose finding her soft, still-soapy scent amongst the smell of the rain.
“You were just being a good Samaritan. Nothing more.” She took a step closer, close enough that he could see by the glow of the street light the tiniest freckle on the bridge of her nose, and her voice was soft and breathy when she said, “But if this night never happened, would it be that bad to maybe, um, just once, to see what it would’ve been like to--”
“Are you suggesting we kiss?” Blake was surprised by how calm he sounded when he was actually torn between screaming fuck yes holy shit and I gotta go. She gnawed on her bottom lip and nodded.
It was a terrible idea. It was a terrible idea and he needed to shut it all down. He looked at her upturned face, where her blue eyes were a little heavy-lidded, but the only words he managed to get out were, “Fuck, yes.”
Izzy
His lips came down on hers, just as confident and sure as every other thing about him. His big hands cradled her face and his teeth nipped at her bottom lip before he angled his head and went deep.
Opening his mouth wide over hers, his tongue slid inside as she raised her hands to his chest, flexing her fingers against his pecs. He made a growling sound that she could feel under her palms as he fed her unbridled kisses, the kind that felt more like he was trying to consume her than kiss her, which she was SO fucking there for.
Their breathing was loud, labored, and she wanted every little thing his mouth was giving her. Holy shit, they were on fire.
His hands moved down to her waist and he pulled her closer, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and fell into it. He nipped at her lip again, which made a shiver slide down her spine, and she heard herself make a noise when he traced her upper lip with his tongue.
More. She just wanted more as his mouth moved over hers as if they were alone, in the dark, all stretched out on a bed.
His kiss was all sex – really good sex – and she curled her fingernails into the back of his neck as she pressed her body into his, into his hard wall of a chest. Her knees almost buckled when his hands slid down to the curve of her ass and pulled her flush against him. Dear God.
“Dammit,” he said, lifting his head just enough to give her a white-hot look. He looked like a fantasy villain, all dark eyes and crackling intensity, and she wanted to inhale every bit of that dark intensity.
He said, “Why the hell is it so good with us?”
“Wha…” she breathed, not wanting to stop for conversation or a freight train bearing down on them or even a world war. All she wanted was Blake Phillips, all over her.
But her eyes caught his tortured gaze again, and she realized she was an idiot. Nothing good could come from dipping her toes in the pool of how-good-they-might've-been. It would only take another minute of mouth sex and they'd be back in her apartment; she could totally feel that.
And even if the night was fire - and yes, it SO would be because holy shit if he could do pushups with her on his back what the hell else could he do gawwwd - it would only delay the inevitable.
Blake Phillips had principles, and they were way more important to him than chemistry.
She inhaled a shaky breath, dropped her hands to her sides, stepped out of his embrace and breathily said, "Okay. Well. Now we know, right?"
His expression changed, going from intense to confused, and then he swallowed. Gave a nod of agreement as he put his hands in his front pockets. His voice was gravelly when he said, "Yes, we do."
"Thanks again for the ride, and I swear this night never happened."
"Um, you're welcome," he said, his face unreadable. "Yeah."
Izzy turned and went back into the building, not daring to glance back at him over her shoulder. She felt ridiculously, foolishly emotional, and she just wanted to climb into bed and fall asleep for the whole weekend. She locked the door and leaned back on it, lost in her thoughts, before finally disposing of the pizza box and putting on her pajamas.
She'd just climbed into bed and turned off the light when she got a text notification.
She fumbled for her glasses before grabbing the phone from the nightstand. She read it in the dark, then read it again.
Mr. Chest: I had the WEIRDEST evening, Starbucks Amy. Do you have time for a bonkers story, or are you busy?
Izzy sat up in bed and texted: First of all, don't be an idiot - I ALWAYS have time for bonkers stories. Second of all, does this mean we can be friends, even though our counterparts have decided to go their separate ways?
Three seconds later, her phone started ringing. Blake was calling, and Izzy didn't know if she should answer or not.
Chapter Six
Blake
Blake’s phone buzzed, and he pulled it out of his pocket. Izzy: Running late - SO SORRY! Blake wanted to laugh as he responded with: Yes, I’m aware. We were supposed to meet fifteen minutes ago. When he’d arrived at Starbucks, he’d briefly considered ordering a PSL for her but thought better of it. The whole point of this meeting was to discuss whether or not they could be friends outside of work, so buying her things probably wasn’t a good idea. Izzy: I thought I could ride a bike faster than I actually can. 5 more minutes. Blake texted: Wait. Are you texting and pedaling?
Izzy: Not really. Every time you text me I have to stop and respond. You’re making me more late.
He pictured her stubborn face and responded with: Nah.