Loving Becky

2

I didn't know I'd fallen asleep in the couch until midnight when several rings of the doorbell woke me up. From the way the rings came in quick succession I figured the person was desperate.

Stretching as I stood up, I went to the door, looking through the peephole. Becky stood there, a sad look on her face. The sight made me open the door immediately, worry instantly filling my chest.

"Becky? Why are you here? I thought you and Alex would be-" fucking each other's brains out "- having a good time."

She suddenly hugged me, and I hissed at the scrumptious weight of her body against mine, only to be assailed by worry when I realized she'd begun crying.

"Becky, what's wrong?" I brushed my hand through her hair, feeling very worried. "What happened? What did that jerk do to you?" Was it natural that I jumped to my conclusions quite too quickly?

"He already had a girlfriend, David." She blurted out, raising her head from my chest to look at me. "While we were at the bar, a woman tried to attack me, claiming I was the whore trying to steal her boyfriend. The jerk couldn't even deny it."

"Damn idiot." I muttered gritting my teeth so hard I feared they would shatter.

Here I was, hoping against hope that she would notice me one day. Heavens knew what I wouldn't give for her to see me in a different, much more intimate light than friendship. He had been lucky enough to get that chance and he couldn't even appreciate it.

Anger zinged through my veins. "That guy is going to hear from me!"

Turning, I had every intention of storming off, prepared to pummel the scumbag to a pulp, but my love stopped me with her gentle but firm touch. "No, David. Don't fight him. He's not worth it." She held me by the shoulder, and I reluctantly turned to face her. "I'm just glad I didn't get too deep into this thing."

She placed her hand on my chest, so unaware of the effect it had on me. It was all it took for my dick to harden immediately. "Hey, you won't fight him, okay?" She said, almost like a command.

Chuckling softly, I led her into the house and closed the door. "Fine. I'm glad you think he's not worth it because he isn't." She didn't have to know I was planning on beating up the guy later anyways.

A few steps away from the door, she paused and I did too. "What's wrong?"

"Why am I so unlucky in love? Why do none of my relationships really work out, David? Am I ever going to find the man for me?" Tears had begin to pool in her eyes, and unable to stand the sight of it, I pulled her into a hug.

I wanted to tell her that she could stop looking, that I was right in front of her and she could find that man in me. I would never take her for granted like the other guys had done, and I would never play her like Alex had been planning to do.

I would love and cherish her until my last breath if only she would give me a chance.

"Becky..." I whispered her name.

She pulled back from my arms and looked into my eyes. I think in that moment, she saw all the emotions I had bottled up inside me, those I dreaded to express, because she seemed startled for a bit.

Our lips drew closer, my heart careening loudly against my ribcage. I didn't know what to make of the emotion I saw in her eyes, but at least she wasn't pushing me away, and she gazed at my lips as it neared hers, our breaths heated, until finally, our lips touched for the first time.

Five seconds - that was how long I got to feel her delectable lips against mine, perhaps even less. Before I could kiss her properly, she nudged me and stepped away, Her eyes were wide with shock, as if she couldn't bring herself to wrap her head around the last five seconds.The regret in her eyes squeezed at my heart even though I hadn't expected anything more or less.

"Oh my goodness. David... I'm so... I don't know what came over me. I..."

While she rumbled on and on about being sorry for the kiss, I finally blurted out the 3 curtailed words of my heart before I could lose the nerve. "I love you. "

Becky went on for a while before freezing and gaping at me. "What?"

"I said I love you." I answered, fear of her rejection coiling around me. "Not as a friend. But as a man loves a woman."

"What are you saying?"

"I can't hold it back anymore, Becky. I love you, I love you with all my heart." I don't know what came over me in that moment, but I felt like I'd been dismantled from the pedestal of my control.

"I don't know how or when exactly I begun to feel this way, but I've felt very strongly for you for a long time. Whenever I see you..."

"Cut it! Cut the crap!" Her expression basked in shock. "We're friends, best friends. We're supposed to be like siblings. You can't be feeling that way about me!"

I held her hand desperate for her understanding. "I know, Becky. Believe me if these feelings had asked for my consent before engraving themselves in my heart I would've sent them packing. But love doesn't ask for consent. Believe me I tried to fight it when it started building to no avail. I can't control it anymore. Please give me a chance to prove that I can be the man for you. I promise to make you the happiest..."

"Stop saying that!" She snatched her hand from mine, stepping even further away like I burned her. "This can't be happening. So John was right when he said you were in love with me. You'd called his assumption stupid, but he was right all along. That's why you never seemed to like any of my boyfriends."

She said it like an accusation.

"I never told you this because I didn't want to destroy our friendship. You made it clear you only loved me as a brother so I decided to keep my mouth shut. Now that you know how I feel, I hope you and I can..."

"Nothing! David, you're like a..."

"I'm tired of being friendzoned!" I shouted without meaning to, the pain of experiencing unrequited love first hand driving me crazy. "I want to be more than a friend, more than someone you regard like a brother. Becky, I want to be your man."

"No, no, no. This is too much." She raked her hand through her ginger red hair, an act which at first would infuse me with desire now only serving to heighten my despondency. "I'm not prepared for this. I'm not. This is too much."

With that, she opened the door and stormed out, shutting it after her. I stood there transfixed. How could I have been so stupid? Why the hell did I allow my emotions to get the better of me to force me to tell her how I felt? She'd been visibly upset by my confession.

Slamming my fist against the wall, I was too anxious to register the pain. I needed to do damage control quickly. But I couldn't help it -the feeling that no matter what I did to make things better, one thing was for sure.

That our friendship was never going to be the same again.