Starting With You

17. Be all annoying and gentlemanly.

Jensen

FRIDAY ROLLS INTO SATURDAY IN A FRETFUL, sleepless slumber. The events of the evening replayed on repeat all night, every single detail being thoroughly inspected. The one that haunts me is the way Teddy looked when she saw me at the bar with the blonde. I hated the hurt expression that had crossed her face. Just thinking about it now twists my stomach up in knots. The only reason I agreed to leave with the woman was because I thought I needed to reissue the line between me and Teddy that was quickly becoming blurred. But it felt wrong. Everything about it was completely wrong.

I wanted Teddy. I wanted her so bad that I was hurting both of us. I was heading back to the bar to find Teddy, to apologize, to ask if she wanted to meet up over the weekend to talk, when we didn't have alcohol in our systems and had time to calm down.

But then she was standing in the parking lot, fuming at me and demanding answers for things I didn't want to admit out loud. God, she looked so hot all riled up. I wanted to simultaneously shut her up with my hand over her mouth for the things she was voicing out loud and finally ravish her the way I'd been secretly wanting to do for years.

And then the kiss. Fuck, the kiss.

The way she felt pressed up against the building, her body molded to mine, her hands fisted in my hair, her chest heaving from her ragged breaths. The softness of her skin as I cupped her cheeks and lightly squeezed her neck. The taste of her tongue as it swiped against mine. The sounds of her moans as I rocked my erection into her.

It took all my strength to pull away, to stop the kiss before it escalated past the point of no return. The last time we got tangled up in each other like that, it hadn't ended well. I wanted to do things differently this time, do things right.

After pressing a few soft kisses to her lips, I traced her mouth with my thumb, trying to catch my breath. "Teddy," I whispered, a quiet warning, before planting another quick kiss on her swollen lips.

"Don't say it, J. Don't take it back. Not this time." She loosened her grip on my hair and softly massaged her fingers along my scalp, eliciting a groan from me.

"No, Teddy. I meant that kiss." To make my point, I sunk into her for another sensual kiss, before breaking away to trail my lips along her jawline to her ear, stopping along the way to narrate my point further. "And I meant that one." Kiss. "And that one." Kiss. "And I mean this, too." I sucked her earlobe into my mouth before nibbling my way back to her lips, where I kissed her one last time. "But we need to talk, and I don't want to do it in a dark parking lot when we've been drinking."

I walked her home, holding her hand in mine, our fingers intertwined. I lingered outside her apartment door, brushing my thumb over her chin before tipping her head up. "Can I stop by tomorrow?" I asked.

She nibbled her lip in the cute way she does when she's nervous. When she nodded her response, I kissed her again before wishing her a goodnight.

Abruptly, I'm torn away from my thoughts when Scout jumps onto the bed, covering my face in slobbery kisses. "Yeah, ok, dog. I get it. I'll get up."

He leaps down, trots to the door and waits for me, his tail wagging eagerly. It's a good thing I've never been one to sleep in late, because this damn dog is an early riser. After doing my business in the bathroom, I let Scout out to do his business. Then we retire to the kitchen for food and coffee. Scout crunches loudly on his kibble while I sip on my hot coffee, my thoughts meandering back to my best friend.

My head falls in my hands on the counter, and I groan. We need to talk, and it is twisting my stomach up. How do I broach the subject that I've basically been lusting after her for all these years? Getting a taste of her last night brings all the memories of our brief moments together right back to the forefront in my mind. Front and center are her tits.