My Best Friend's Ex (Edited)

Part 38 (edited)

"On this wintery day," I continue, "I would like to apologize for not being a good friend when you needed me the most." There, I said it, in one quick swoop, with no inflection in my voice whatsoever, but I said it and that's all that matters.

"You're sorry, huh?"

I gulp and nod.

"How sorry?"

Oh God, is this one of those questions where a guy asks you a question like, "How horny are you?"

Probably not.

His thumbs continue to stroke my sides, making everything in my brain fuzzy . . . if you haven't noticed already. I look him in the eyes, his gorgeous, smoldering eyes and say, "Very sorry."

"Very sorry?" Okay, here it comes, the lewd question I've been waiting for. The suck-my-cock apology request. I cringe inwardly, waiting as he leans over to my ear, his lips mere millimeters away as he says. "Okay. Then I accept your apology on one condition . . ." Get the ChapStick ready, we're turning into a phallic sucker tonight. "You have to do the dishes for the next week."

Of course he would want his balls massaged too . . . wait. Dishes?

"You want me to do the dishes?"

He chuckles and kisses me on the forehead. "Nah, I'm just kidding." He separates himself from me so casually that I feel like falling over from the sudden lack of support. How can he just switch moods like that? As if he wasn't just inches from touching my breasts. "I wouldn't make you do the dishes for a week. Two tops." He winks and heads toward my door. When he turns around, he nods at my body and says, "By the way, don't wear that shirt around the house, please. Your tits look far too tempting. Have a good night, babe."

My tits look far too tempting? What the what?

"Wait," I call out, my mind all sorts of confused. "Are we, uh, are we okay?"

He grips my doorframe and genuinely smiles at me. "Yeah, babe. We're okay. Your apology wasn't necessary but I appreciate it. That time of our lives is over. I want to move on. I want to focus on the present with you, on our friendship and the time together we have before you graduate." He pauses and then says, so freaking thoughtfully, "Asking you to move in was one of the best decisions I've ever made. Having you in my life again means the world to me." With one last look, he bids me goodnight and quietly shuts my door.

Friendship. Our friendship.How can he act so casual when he's burning up a wave of desire inside of me?

I fling myself on my bed, my hands on my heart, feeling the rapid beat of it as I stare up at the ceiling. Why is he the nicest guy ever? And why would I even think he would ask me to suck his cock? He's not that kind of douchey. Maybe subconsciously I wanted to suck his dick . . .

No, that can't be it, can it? I'm not a huge dick to the mouth kind of girl. Oh God, am I crushing on my roommate?

Images flash through my mind.

Colby shirtless.

Colby smiling over his morning coffee.

Colby's deodorant that I've sniffed a few times . . . make that every morning.

Shit, I'm crushing on my roommate.

I'm crushing on Colby Brock.

This is bad. This is really bad.

THE END....

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