Good Luck Anna

Morning Hugs

   The next morning, I wake with Thomas' arm slung around my waist lightly pressing my back to his chest and its truly embarrassing how safe this man's arms make me feel.

  Painfully aware that I should remove myself from his grasp since he is probably assuming that I'm his girlfriend, but can't bear to leave just now. Rubbing my finger over the clover on my wrist causes my conscious to catch up with me.

  Last time I saw one of these bracelets they were over a thousand pounds. Maybe it is a dupe but even before I flip over the clover, I know that Thomas would never. When the authenticity is confirmed, my hands begin to tremble. Why would he spend that much money on me? What if he gets all his friend's gifts like this? I can never reciprocate a gift so expensive. Not now anyway.

  Trying to wriggle out from under his arm, Thomas just tightens his grip around me until I'm pressed flush with him. His cheek slowly rubs my neck before a soft sigh brushes my jaw. Oh no I feel like I'm melting under his touch, my only desire is to remain here forever.

  Moving my neck his slight stubble tickles the column of my throat as I stifle a moan in response. Nope this isn't right I need to get out. Squirming backwards causes my butt to brush against his solid hard dick.

  Holy shit its massive. I may have only seen two in the flesh but neither were remotely as big as the beast currently pressed into my back. I don't know if I'm jealous or in awe of his girlfriend.

  Remembering his girlfriend is the jolt needed to clamber out of his grasp almost headbutting a smirking Becca in the process. Shit how long has she been awake. She giggles allowing me to cling to her like a baby koala.

  "So, tell me again how you are just friends." she whispers next to my ear,  I would detach from her right now but since my only other option is the fucking kraken behind me, I stay wrapped around my best friend while seriously considering revoking that label from her.

  "We are, he has a girlfriend." I grumble at her.

  "Yeah, tell your sex face that" lava floods me, burning down my face and neck.

  "Can you please shut up before you wake him." I'm frantically trying to cover her mouth while she crackles at my pathetic attempts.

  "I mean he obviously likes you back, why would he spend his Saturday with you instead of his girlfriend?" Becca looks at me like I'm the densest person she's ever met.

  My heart begins hammering in my chest at the mere thought of being able to have someone as beautiful as Thomas.

  "It was my birthday, he is just being a good friend." I whisper, Becca dramatically rolls her eyes, crawling off my bed dragging me along with her.

  "If you are going to continue subjecting me to this nonsense, you're making me pancakes."

   We are half way down the stairs when Alex passes the bottom heading to the front door. I dash down the last few steps to catch him before he leaves.

   "Where are you going this early in the morning?"

   He freezes with his hand on the handle, "gym, I'll be back later." Exhaustion's so thick in his voice that I don't need to see his face to guess how he looks right now.

   "Okay dokay, have fun." I put as much pep into my voice as possible, Alex just nods once before opening the door, disappearing into the freezing October morning.

  Becca whimpers beside me, "Alex is so fucking different, how is it possible that he is the same guy who used to make us laugh until we couldn't breathe." She sobs rubbing her eyes. "I saw it last night, he's gone. Walking and talking but inside he is dead."

   She crumples into my shoulder soaking it with tears as her words seep into every fiber of my being. To have my worst fears confirmed by someone who has known us longest. Alex is never going recover from this.

  No fuck that. I refuse to give up on him, he is getting through this even if we need to drag him the entire way.

  Defensive I say "it's still early, the accident did only happened two months ago. Give him some recovery time before you write him off."

  Becca's shaky breath covers my face when she dislodges from my shoulder. "Yes, your right. I'm sorry, of course he will get better." She gives me one last hug then slips into the bathroom.

  Robotically I head into the kitchen to start breakfast, when the only thing I really want is to go back upstairs and climb into Thomas' arms. Somehow resisting that urge I open the fridge teetering on the edge of another breakdown. Becca's words screaming in my head while valiantly attempting to bat them back with positivity.

   I'm still vacantly staring into the fridge when familiar strong arms pull me into safety, her words dissipate as I allow myself to relax into Thomas' calming bubble just for a moment. Everything feels alright while I'm here and as always, I never want to leave.