Sneaky Link

Sneaky Link (61)

Middle of August

I dropped my pants down quickly I was all sweaty and gross. "Yuck". Quen shut the door. "Get out then". I laughed taking my bra and underwear off. Her hand snuck in closing the door from the outside.

We had just finished a workout session. In her garage which was nice as fuck. As expected. Now we were going out for a party. God knows how she convinced me. But hey, I was finally excited for something. And that hasn't happened in like a month or more.

It's been a month.

I shook my head. It's felt longer. I haven't heard her voice in what feels like years. I felt the water run down my back. In between my breast and down my legs. I still can't take a bath. I don't know something about it freaked me out. Like maybe I would have those thoughts again. I washed my body and brushed my teeth. It seems like I have a toothbrush at just about everyone's house.

"Hurry"! I heard behind the door, it was followed with loud and continuous knocking. "I'm literally almost done". I looked around the bathroom for some deodorant. "Where is your deodorant". She scrunched her face. "I don't share my deodorant". She gave me a brand new deodorant it had the plastic and everything around it. I smiled unwrapping the deodorant. I put some on along with some of her selection of perfumes. I smelled good. This shit must have pheromones or some shit cause why am I attracted to myself again.

"Okay it's giving". Quen spun me around and I smiled. She seemed to make a girl feel pretty so easily. "Thank you".

"You look great too".  I spun her back around. She smiled and for a second we both smiled at each other. We both slowly leaned in. Then with laughter pulled away. "As if". I said walking away. "That's my fucking line. Onion breath". She never had to stop to think about a comeback. They were ridiculous. "Butched ass fucking hair cut". I heard her still going off on me as I walked out of the house. I mean she was right, I still haven't had my haircut fixed. I've been sticking to beanies and caps. Especially the beanies I've designed with the help of Quen.

"My lady". I opened the passenger door for her to her own car. "Thank you". Her smile was nice. I mean her teeth were straight and she had beautiful lips. Something to admire. Now a days people don't take care of their looks, she. Quen Blackwell, did everything to care for her body and mind. It was magnificent.

If I weren't in my healing era, I would want her bent over a counter.

But.

I am in my healing era, and we only see each other as friends.

"Stop thinking that shit". My eyes widened. Can she see my fucking thoughts???

Blink three times if you can see my thoughts quen.

I looked at her and she blinked twice and then a third time very slowly. "Fuck that". I pushed all the images that had previously come to my mind. About the positions I would want her in. The way I thought her lips would feel on mine. All of that was pushed out. And automatically replaced my blue eyes and red lips. I still can't stop thinking about it. But I guess time heals, or whatever the fuck that saying is. We drove to this party which was at some tik tok influencers house. I was only going cause that's where Quen would be at. She invited Ellie as well, I know she did it so that I would feel more at ease. Or at least that's what she claims.

But i see the looks. I think they would make a cute and surprising couple.

"What were you thinking about by the way"? Perfect timing. Thank you, lord. "We are here". I quickly handed her the keys and walked to her side of the car. "You can't escape from this conversation for long". She grabbed her purse and walked ahead of me. The house sounded quiet, like maybe we had the wrong address and there was not the location of the party.