Into Your Arms

The Waiting Game

You awoke on Saturday morning to the sun shining in your bedroom window. You tried to spring up out of bed, and caught yourself feeling sore, remembering the events that had taken place just hours prior. Your heat began to throb at just the thought of Bradley. With that, you got up out of bed slowly, and made your way to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. You opened all of the blinds to allow the sunlight to consume your home. You noticed Pete's bike out front, and mentally gave yourself a high five for just barely skidding by with your little midnight rendezvous.

You quickly hopped in the shower, brushed your teeth, and threw your hair into a messy bun. You got dressed in some leggings and a sports bra, and took your cup of coffee out to the patio. It was breezy outside, and it calmed the heat of your skin that rose at the thought of Bradley's calloused hands caressing your breasts. You shook your head, mentally noting that you needed to put those memories to the back of your mind. You picked up your cell phone and called your best friend.

"Hey Jules! How are you? How have things been?" You excitedly blurted out all at one. This usually happened when you were nervous, and everyone that knew you could tell because you were typically cool, calm, and collected.

"Hey! Things are going well! But I miss you! How is life with all of those scorching hot aviators?!" You could feel her grin on the other end of the line.

"Oh, umm..it's..it's good," was all you could seem to manage at this time.

"Fill me in. NOW." You knew by that tone that you weren't getting away with secrets. After all, maybe some advice would be nice?

You caught her up on everything from the day you got there, the night you met Bradley at the bar, and right up until this very moment. She knew your entire life story; you had been best friends since grade school. So, naturally, she went through the Pete saga in your life as well. While she loved Pete, she knew deep down that he wasn't your end game.

"Wow. For starters, IM SO JEALOUS OF YOU! And secondly, how do you feel? No bullshit. Be completely honest with me," she replied.

"Honestly, I'm elated. God, it was amazing. It's not even just about the sex, he just seems to get under my skin in general which drives me insane. I don't know how I'm going to work with him on Monday. I've never experienced something like this before," you remarked, not even trying to hide your enthusiasm.

"Well, you're having fun, as you should be. I know he's your student, but what about when this mission is all over? You won't need to worry about the titles anymore. You will both be normal civilians. To me, it's worth it to give it a shot." Juliana was always optimistic, and knew how to bring positivity to any situation. While you knew the possible downfall of the situation, you couldn't help but feel the possible uphill swing of it either. You knew Bradley wasn't just a one night stand to you.

You finished up your conversation with Juliana, and finished your coffee. Pete never made his way to the porch. He must have had a wild night last night to still be sleeping at 10 AM. You proceeded to head out for a run to get your mind off things, and clear your head.

The rest of your weekend was pretty uneventful. It was now Sunday evening, and you were drinking a glass of wine while making your favorite: homemade baked ziti. Bradley had gone radio silent since Friday night when he left your house. You hadn't heard from him once. Honestly, you were a tad bit upset about it, but you wouldn't bring yourself to mention it to him. For all you knew, maybe for him it was a one and done type of thing. The doorbell rescued you from your thoughts.

"Hey Pete!" you almost shouted, thankful to get your mind off of your own life for a while.

"Hey Elena. It smells delicious in here. Don't tell me..ziti?" He playfully remarked. He always loved your ziti, although not as much as you yourself did. You invited him into the dining room to have dinner with you. You placed a beer in front of him and served the plates: ziti, garlic bread, and a side salad.