Roll For Initiative

27. Lucian

F uck! I should have been the one to go in there. I should have said I was going to take my shower first. But no, I have to always be a good host, making sure everyone is taken care of before I take care of myself. Fuck! I thought she was in the guest bathroom; why would I think she would be in mine? Damnit, what did he see? I’m practically fuming as I round the corner and see him sitting on the couch on his phone. He glances up, smirking at me as I walk over to him.

“Damn, dude, she is quite a fine piece of ass. How have you not hit that yet?” I almost punch him in the face. My fists are balled at my sides. He senses my mood and back peddles. “Sorry, man, I didn’t know she was in there. Like I said, she was completely quiet when she...” He lets the statement trail off as he gets lost in the image in his head. “Anyways, there aren’t any towels in the guest bathroom. Do you have one I could use?” At least he has a sense of self-preservation to not taunt me with what happened even further.

It should have been me to walk in on her. I would have taken her into the shower and played out my shower fantasy from the other day. Fuck, my dick is hard as hell still. Seeing her practically naked body again made me pop a boner like a damn teenager. I never get turned on this easily. It’s probably because I feel like she is off-limits, making it even hotter.

I go grab a towel from the dryer. We washed all the linens in the house. They felt stiff and stale from sitting there for so long. I throw it down to him.

“Don’t bring it up again.” I snip. “Please.” He just flashes me his sweet smile.

“Don’t worry, buddy, I’ll behave. But you better do something soon. You are pent up and need to get laid.” He glances down at my clearly visible hard-on. “Oh, so where are we going to dinner? What’s good around here?”

“Lots of stuff. How do you feel about tacos?” Cassie loves Mexican food, which might cheer her up and help her forget all that happened.

“Mmmm, you know I love a good taco.” He sticks his tongue out at me. I just roll my eyes. Perv.

“Good, we can go to Romero’s Tacos and Tequila. She loves that place.”

“Sounds good. I’ll be quick.” He walks down the hall toward the guest bathroom. Stopping, he turns back. “Lucian, all joking aside, can you please move back to California? I can’t run this business without you, man. You’re my best friend.”

“Like I said, I’ll think about it. I don’t know if I am ready to move away permanently. I don’t know if I can leave my hometown.”

“You mean you don’t know if you can leave her? " He says. He isn’t wrong, but do I want to admit that?

“Fuck you, she’s just a friend.” He can see I’m lying still. Lying to myself, because he has known for months, even before I even knew. He just shakes his head.

“Whatever you say, Lucian. You can try to lie to me, but you need to stop lying to yourself. You are different when you are around her. I have never seen you look at someone the way you look at her. Talk to her, tell her how you feel. That might help you decide.”