Winter Air [H.S.]

Eighteen

Fingers intertwined. His lips on hers. His body fits perfectly with her own; their movements fluid. He has become intoxicated by her scent, a mixture of peonies and expresso. Her hair is soft against his hands. The hair that he missed from shaving scrapes against her soft cheek. They are lost in eachother. Moaning and explicitness are the only sounds that fill the room.

With every push they grow closer until-

"Ava! Snap out of it!"

Her heart is racing. This was the second time that morning she had been caught daydreaming. Since their earlier confession, Harry has consumed all of Ava's thoughts even the intimate parts of her mind. She couldn't help it. All she could imagine was what it would feel to become one with him.

"You are in a season of drought, Ava. You need to get out there and get some." Jacey had told her this once. A few vodka tonics and dirty pick up lines later, they had found themselves discussing their (lack of) sex life. "Seriously. When was the last time you even made out with someone?" Her words were slurred and Ava could no longer contain her giggles.

"Too damn long."

Perhaps that was why Harry's unattained naked body was all she could think about. Maybe it was time that her "season of drought", that Jacey had so kindly put it, was about to be over.

"Okay, what is going on with you?" Jacey grabbed her hand and pushed her into their staff room. Luckily Mita was in and had been watching over the bakery. "Spill."

A ferocious blush began to spread throughout Ava's cheeks. She couldn't help but think about Harry's plump lips against her dry ones. Or the way he held her close to his chest all night after their confession.

"You look like a love sick puppy." Her smirk was plastered all over her face, and her left eyebrow perched up. "If you don't talk now, I will have to result to tickling. And we all know that you can't handle that."

Ava rolled her eyes at her best friend. She knew the power that Jacey held over her. She would be putty in her hands if she began to tickle.

"Fine." She couldn't help but smile. It wouldn't seem to leave her lips all weekend. "Harry and I may have confessed that we are into one another."

The expression on Jacey's face had been priceless. Her jaw was hanging open and her eyes were wide. "What?"

The blush that seemed to be all over her cheeks grew even deeper. "Last week Harry and I were talking and then one thing led to another. He basically told me that he wanted to know more about me and then he kissed me." She looked up at her friend who was completely doubfounded. "And I kissed him back."

Jacey let out a high pitched squeal. "You're kidding!"

"No," a smile spread across her face. "I don't even know how it happened to be honest. But I like Harry, a lot."

"This is amazing! You haven't expressed an interest in anyone. Not ever since Scott-"

At the mention of her ex, all previous excitement vanished.

"Oh shit. I'm sorry Ava, I'm a moron." Jacey placed a hand on her shoulder squeezing ever so gently.

A few tears escaped. She quickly brushed it away and stood up.

"It's fine."

"Are you sure? I can be a complete air head sometimes."

"No it's fine." Ava straightened up and looked at Jacey. "Honestly, it's fine."

She looked deep in her friends eyes, trying to judge if she was truly okay. After only meeting expressionless eyes, she chose to simply shrug it off. "Well, I'm glad you found someone to love you. You deserve it."