Forbidden Love

Chapter 11: Bed search

Pov Y/n

Going to a furniture store on a Saturday might not have been the best idea. It's full and people are everywhere. Children run around, chasing each other and begging their parents for toys. At least, it's not at all romantic.

Even if we decided on just being friends, I prefer to minimize the level of romance when I spend time with Natasha. Just to be on the safe side of things.

Nothing else happened between us after the kiss. The following work days were calm and easy, the tension from before gone, as if all it needed was a talk and a make-out session. Which we don't mention anymore. Now we're friends and it is going well.

"What about this one?" Natasha suggests, pointing to a bed.

Before I can get a proper look at it, two kids jump onto it and there is a cracking noise. Their parents instantly call them back and scold them for jumping on the bed. I'm a little glad they jumped on the bed though, because now I know I won't buy this one.
If my bed can't stand a little movement and jumping, I don't want it. Not that I plan to jump on the bed but there are other activities that involve a lot of movement and some of them could be compared to jumping.

The last thing I want if for my bed to break while I'm having sex. Which shouldn't worry me at the moment, I am very single and there is no prospect at the moment.
My thoughts drift to Natasha but I quickly shake those off.
We are just friends, there will be no sex between us. Even if it would be really good and if I would be allowed to choose someone to break a bed with this way, it would be her.

Okay, no, I need to stop. I set the boundary for a reason!

It's just a little difficult to get her out of my head after our kiss this week. It was great, amazing even, and definitely ignited a fire inside me that wasn't there before.
But that doesn't mean she has to be the one to put it out. Maybe I should really consider dating, throwing myself out there and see what happens. I'm not bound to anything and who knows, maybe the perfect woman is living in this city.

"This one looks nice," I say, pointing to another bed.
The size is right and the material seems thicker, more robust. I'm not quite fancying the black color though. My bedroom is supposed to be bright, otherwise working on my desk in there will be dreary.
I pick up the attached flyer and read over it but it doesn't look like they have it in any other color. With a sigh, I drop it again and continue walking.

"Do you have anything specific in mind?" Natasha asks, looking around and dodging a child that runs past her.

"I want a bright frame, preferably white or a bright wooden color. The size needs to fit my matrass, obviously, so queen-sized, if I'm not mistaken," I list off. Nat raises an eyebrow, amusement in her eyes.

"You're not sure, which size your matrass is?"

"I don't have a measuring tape yet but I laid on top of the matrass and spread my arms. I can reach both ends, so it's definitely not a king-sized bed." I shrug, finding that very logical.

Sure, those aren't exact measurements but I know the span of my arms, so that was the best I could do. Besides, I have a common matrass that will fit in a common bed. 

Natasha chuckles beside me and I cock my head in question. She shakes her head with a small laugh.

"I'm always newly surprised and delighted by the way your mind works. You find creative solutions to problems," she explains and I smile and look away, I guess I do. I've always been good at that. Perhaps it's my lack of utensils sometimes but I always manage to make things work. Sure, there were some fails along the way but that happens to everyone, even people who have actual knowledge.