My Boyfriends Best Friend

Chapter 3

After setting everything out on the table I stare at the wine bottle opener for a few moments, almost willing it to do something. Unfortunately for me, It continues to sit there uselessly. "Have you ever used one of those before?" Jon asks from the stove. He is craning his neck slightly to see me better. "Honestly, I am not a huge drinker," I say sheepishly, "I honestly don't even know if this wine will be any good I stole it from my grandparents." I let out an awkward laugh. I hear a chorus of banging pots and pans, and then Jon is standing next to me at the table, also looking intently down at the wine bottle opener. He has his hands on his hips and is finally close enough for me to see the tattoos on his left arm. Jon has a simple black band around his forearm with a geometric star below the line. He takes the wine bottle opener from me and maneuvers it over the bottle before pressing the button to turn it on. "Darren is always buying weird gadgets like this" He gives a wide smile before the cork pops out. He hands me the opened bottle to pour us both large glasses of wine.

The wine is bitter and I am not really sure if I like it but I take a large sip anyway trying to think about anything other than Jon's tattoos and whether he has them all over his body. Jon takes a smaller sip of wine before returning to the kitchen. I take yet another large sip and then top off my glass a little bit. Why did I even bother drinking it doesn't give me courage like everyone else it just makes me nervous. I look down into the cup and I know instantly that this was a terrible idea.

I had gone and wore my one sexy blouse because I thought I was going to have sex tonight. It was this burgundy top with lace bell sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. It flattered my body nicely because it showed off my breasts and flowed out a little at the bottom accentuating my hips. I was wearing a pair of dark wash skinny jeans that had been rolled up at the bottom. I had even done my hair in loose waves and taken the time to do my makeup, which was unbelievable because you couldn't pay me to wear make-up to work.

I had sat down at the kitchen table and was only very slightly admiring Jon as he finished dinner. He was stirring something on the stove but looking back and forth between the pot and his phone. His brow was all furrowed, and he had a slight frown. "Is everything okay?" I ask, "Do we need to order pizza?" I laugh at my joke. He looks at me, furrow deepened. "I was just joking," I say, trying to backtrack. "Is everything okay do you need help?"

I start to get up from my spot, and his face lightens. "I'm just messing with you. no, I don't need help, but I do think we might have to order that Pizza." He grins sheepishly and stretches his arm behind his head. I see my favorite of his tattoos so far on the underside of his right bicep he has a black and white tattoo of a rabbit riding a bike. "Darren is the good cook. I tried to pick up where he left off, but it is not looking good." He turns back to the stove and turns off the heat before looking back at me. "I mean, it's up to you," He says "we can order in or go out"? shit, great, it's my choice romantic take-out at home or romantic dinner out. Having other people around might be good because at least I know it couldn't escalate to anything. God, why am I even having these thoughts? I am going on dates with his friend remember. On the other hand, if we did eat here, something could happen, and maybe I want that. Does that make me a bad person? I look up at Jon, who is still waiting for my reply. "Umm, I guess let's order in if that's okay. Do you have any suggestions for what's good around here?" Jon thinks for a moment and pulls his phone out of his pocket before typing something "does Thai sound alright to you?"

After ordering way too much food, Jon tells me the food should be here in about 35-40 minutes. There is an awkward moment of silence as we both realize we need to think of something to do or talk about. I am about to pull out my phone or go to the bathroom just to break the silence when suddenly Jon grabs my hand and drags me down the stairs into the basement. Darren has the living room in the basement set up with black-out curtains over the windows, surround sound, and the biggest TV I have ever seen. Across from the TV is a huge U-shaped sectional with about three blankets draped over the back and a myriad of plush throw pillows. Jon plops us down onto the couch right in the middle "We should watch a movie" he says remote already in hand flipping through the different streaming services before landing on Netflix. "What do you like to watch? Action, Anime, Award-winning." He continues down the list naming off the categories in alphabetical order. When he gets to romance, I look at him with a mischievous grin and say, "let's watch a rom-com" and out of the corner of my eye, I see a smile tease his lips. However he recovers quickly replacing his smile with a smirk and clicks on the romantic comedy genera. "Here," he says before handing over the remote, "you pick, and I will go get the wine and popcorn." he starts to get up from the couch. "Why do we need popcorn? Didn't we just order dinner?" I ask skeptically. He laughs a little at this, and his laugh is soft and deep. "You can't have a movie without popcorn." Before I can say anything else, he is striding across the room and up the stairs.

I turn my attention to the TV and start scrolling through the romantic comedies on Netflix. Everything looks too happy and cutesy to watch with someone who is not the guy I am dating. Then I see the perfect movie, one of my favorites, Crazy Stupid Love. Ryan Gosling is my favorite actor. I honestly think he and Emma Stone have such great chemistry together. I choose the movie and pause it during the intro sequence waiting only a minute before Jon joins me on the couch again with the newly acquired glasses of wine and bowl of popcorn. He looks toward the TV, but there is no indication of what the movie is. "What are we watching," he asks as he hands me my wine and plops down on the couch next to me. "You will have to wait and find out," I say in a teasing voice before taking a grateful sip of my wine as I start the movie.

When he sat down next to me this time, I am one hundred percent certain he is closer to me than he was last time. His leg is pushed up against mine and there is a gentle hum running through my body. This is ridiculous I am not that kind of girl that just fall hopelessly for guys and Jon is so totally not my type. He is a player, he is too attractive not to be and he does his hair, and his clothes fit him so well. He is close enough to me that I can make out hints of a light cologne, it smells sweet of vanilla with the slightest hints of musk. I now have no self-control apparently because I am now leaning towards him. I am pressing my arm against his. When I finally gain control of myself enough to stop moving I wait for him to pull away, but he doesn't.

After a few minutes, the title of the movie finally makes its way across the screen and I can see Jon nodding out of the corner of my eye. When I look at him he is trying to hide a smile behind a fistful of popcorn. "What?" I say "do you not like the movie?" He looks over at me then with this odd look on his face. "Why do you always do that?" He says. "Do what?" I say back feeling a blush creeping to my cheeks "Always assume the worst." He looks back at the Tv, his smile has slipped from his face and his attention is focused intently on what was happening in the movie. I just now realize that I have been staring at him with my mouth slightly opened too stunned to even retort to that. I cross my arms over my chest and try to push myself deeper into the couch returning my attention back to the movie as well. He doesn't deserve an answer to that, I am not negative all the time. You can't just tell someone that they are too negative, It's rude. "I am not negative all the time". I say a little too aggressively. I can see his eyebrows shoot up at this statement. "Yes, yes you are" he turns to look at me with a cheeky grin, "You have said less than 10 words to me and all of them were to make sure you weren't doing something wrong." I am appalled and at this point, I sit up and turn on the couch so that I am facing him. "That's not fair!" I say wagging a finger at him "I only met you today, and I have said way more than 10 words to you." It's only after a moment that I realize that when I turned to face him we moved even closer together and his face is just inches away from mine. I almost want to push away from him and move to the end of the couch to finish this argument but I can't move, I am barely willing my lungs to continue breathing. I see his eyes flash from mine to my lips, no that can't be right, he didn't just look at my lips. I don't have enough time to think before my lips are on his and his are on mine.

Jon tastes salty and buttery from the popcorn. I feel my hands moving on his body as if they are on autopilot tugging at his clothes trying to get him closer to me. Jon resists for all of a second before I feel him grabbing my hips and bringing me onto his lap. His hands are warm and soft as they skirt around the hem of my shirt before settling on the small of my back. I hear a small moan escape my mouth and he removes his mouth from mine, kissing down my jaw, down my neck. His hand is trailing my body up to my hair and every move he makes feels intoxicating. I can feel him against me and I want to reach down and touch him but I also don't want to ruin whatever this is. When my brain starts to clear up a little bit I am able to move my hands up to his face, I hold his attention looking into his bright eyes I kiss him gently on both cheeks before finally kissing his mouth. I feel his strong arms wrap around me pulling me closer to him. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

A sudden loud pounding sound forces Jon and I out of our moment and we detangle ourselves from each other. We are still adjusting our clothes and looking around frantically for the cause of the knocking when we hear it again coming from upstairs. "It's probably the food." Jon says before getting up and disappearing up the stairs to answer the door. As soon as he is out of the room the severity of what just happened hits me. I just made out with Darren's best friend, the Darren that I have been going out with, the Darren that has been so nice to me. What am I doing?