A Nice Guy

3

November 19th. My friends and I celebrate "Friendsgiving" before celebrating Thanksgiving with our individual families.

I spot Hazel sitting next to Derrick. She's wearing a skirt and a silky button up. I see her nipples poking through; they could tear right through it if they wanted. She notices me staring and pulls a pillow in front of her tits. Oh, what a tease. I fucking love it though. We haven't seen each other in so long. No texts, calls...sex. I'm a starved man.

Everyone moves outside to the fire pit, but I make sure to stop her just before she leaves the house. I grab her arm, pulling her back. Derrick, of course, doesn't notice. Too busy running after one of our buddies to get wasted, or to look at his new gun, or both.

She turns to me. "Hey Alex, what's up?" She gives me a nervous smile. She doesn't sound like herself, either, but I don't think much of it because fuck, I've missed her.

"Hey, I just wanted to see how you're doing. Haven't seen you in a while, you've been sick or something?" I wish I could be straight forward with her. Ask her where we should meet next, and when. But she's not like that, unfortunately majority of women aren't.

She scratches her arm, kind of awkwardly. Gives me a look. "I'm fine, yeah. I just had some stuff going on. Thanks for checking in on me." She looks back at the door. "I'm gonna' head out there, let's go," she smiles, grabbing my shoulder to lead me outside.

Acting as if nothing happened wasn't what I had anticipated. She's regretting it, I'm sure. I fucked it up. She wanted surface level attention and I went too far. But as long as we can pretend it never happened, I guess things just go back to normal. And I can live with that. I'm a grown man after all, I can control my urges. Eliminate them entirely if need be. And that's what I'll do, for Hazel. For our friendship.

But then we're alone again. She's inside, grabbing a sweater because it's cold out. Our friend Jess said she could borrow one of hers from her bedroom, so she's in here digging through her drawers trying to find one.

Yeah, I followed her in here. She knew I was behind her, though. How could she not? She's bent over, and I can only rip my eyes off her ass in the air like that for a split second to close the door and lock it.