Friends Don't [Bo Bichette x OC]

Part 6: It's Gonna Be A Long Hot Summer

Notes: Apologies for not updating this in a little bit. It's been a busy few weeks with personal things that I won't bore you with. Anywho, here's the next part!

Warnings: Mentions of drinking/being drunk, sexual tension, and sexual themes (all in passing)

Jess leaned her head back against the front door, sighing slowly through her nose. She hadn't heard Bo walk away, so she knew he was still standing on the other side. She reached back and held onto the doorknob. She wanted to open it, let him into the condo and into her bed.

But she hesitated.

Cavan was like her brother, and Bo was his best friend. She couldn't do that. She also didn't know if she could trust her heart with Bo. As much as she wanted to sleep with Bo—and, fuck, did she want to—she also knew she was not good with casual hookups or flings. She always fell too far too fast and only ended up getting her heart broken.

She pushed herself away from the door and went into the kitchen to pour herself a tall glass of cold water. After chugging the whole thing, she got her phone out and sent a text to Cavan:

Just got home. Bo should be back soon.

Jess wandered out to the patio and stood with her arms leaning against the railing. She sighed heavily and stared down to the city below, still bustling with life despite the late hour. She watched the Uber car idling in front of the building and waited until she saw Bo climb in. It took him a few minutes, which confirmed Jess' suspicions: he'd been standing out in the hallway, not wanting to leave.

Jess groaned as the Uber drove off.

Her mind still buzzed with ideas of what she and Bo could have done together. What they would have done together if she hadn't shut the door.

But Cavan was her friend, and he trusted her in his home and with his career. He invited her to stay with him, helped her get a job with his team, and trusted her with his friends and teammates. He trusted her with Bo. She couldn't break that trust.

She also couldn't let her heart break again. Not for Bo, not for anyway. It wasn't like she even wanted to date Bo, anyway, nor he her. They were just two drunken horny people who wanted to have a fun night.

But Jess had so rarely felt this kind of attraction towards anyone, and it made her feel funny. For so long, she identified as asexual. She'd never experienced sexual feelings, never felt the urge or want to have sexual relations of any kind. Then she met her ex boyfriend Wyatt in her second year of university, and she thought maybe she wasn't asexual, maybe she just hadn't met the right person. But even with Wyatt, even when they'd been dating for over a year, she never felt a spark. Never felt anything more than wanting to kiss him and spend time with him.

But tonight with Bo...

Jess' body felt hot all over.

Tonight with Bo, Jess wanted to have sex. Tonight, she felt that desire, that craving, that almost animalistic yearning to feel Bo's body against hers, in hers. It was overwhelming, and confusing, and a little bit frightening, because if she'd let those strange feelings have their way, then what?

Jess sighed and went to get ready for bed. She just hoped that when she woke up, she would stop thinking about what it would have been like to kiss Bo, to feel him touch her, to feel him with her. She couldn't think of him like that. She just couldn't.

-

Bo arrived back at his place rather quickly, though not quick enough to stop Cavan from staring at him accusingly.

"There was some traffic," Bo said lamely.

Cavan nodded slightly, but he could see the distrust in his friend's eyes. He hated that. He hated that he'd let himself get swept up in the hype and the alcohol and almost sleep with Cavan's practical sister.