Soulmate (Completed) 18+

Part 22

**Mew's POV**

This last week has been ridiculous, it was mostly spent at work but the time that wasn't spent at work was spent keeping the awkwardness in Earth's home from over flowing. 

They are barely at speaking terms and when they do talk it sounds like I'm listening to two robots having a conversation. 

Today is my second day going home to my our place and even though it's small it felt much better than being over there. 

Yes those two are my best friends and I wish them the best but one more day in that place and I might have lost my mind. The only thing that was keeping me sane was the small conversations I was having with Gulf every few days. 

Just hearing his voice would make me grin for a few hours after we hung up and than I end up grinning like an idiot the entire next day at work. Which gives Becky plenty of things to make fun of me for now. 

Just like today, she caught me smiling to myself while looking at the morning text I had sent Gulf this morning and than made fun of me for 3 hours for it saying that I was turning into a love sick man. 

which I'm not, I don't think...

I just really really like Gulf and even being his friend made me feel like the luckiest person on the planet. 

That's normal right?

Plus it wasn't even any normal message from him either, he actually wanted to see me now that he was back in town. 

I told him that he could always come by my work and talk to me between shifts but he said that it was important so I ended up giving him my address and all I've been doing for the last 2 hours is clean and clean more. 

It might be a small place but it's easy to get dirty when I stop caring, especially when I haven't been here for almost a week. I was too lazy to clean last night when I got home. 

Now that the place was clean though I'm starting to think that I'm not clean either so that's what I'm doing, I'm currently in the shower cleaning off. 

The water is cool and it's helping me calm down a little bit, just the thought of him being in my space made me have thoughts that I didn't know I could have for another person. 

Yes fantasy's are a thing and I am not ashamed of it but fuck were not even together and I'm still getting those types of thoughts.

I might be older but there were certain things I really wanted him to do to me and just the thought of his skin touching mine made me...

Nope, nope, I need to think of something else.

Feeling sexually frustrated I lean against the glass of the shower and look at my current situation.

Fuck...

Not wanting to give into my own desires I ignore my very obvious hard member and finish washing up before turning off the water and walking out of the shower. 

Than I grab my towel and wrap it around my waist which did nothing to hide what was so freaking obvious. Hopefully after I change it will be easier to hide. Than I wont have to worry about it. 

Good, good plan...

Exiting the bathroom I look around my room for my shirt when it dawns on me that I had left it hanging over the side of the couch. With a small sigh I pull open my door and head for the couch when my doorbell rings.

Looking at my clock I could see that Gulf was almost an hour early.

Ahhhh!!

I was about to rush back into my room to quickly get dressed but the doorbell kept ringing so I grabbed a pillow and covered my front with it before heading to the door.