Hidden Feelings

||Jay||

Long Beach, California 8:20PM

    This last month have been hell and heaven in one. Like I'm in the underworld, but in only in the middle area. Not necessarily bad, but not the best either. I say this because I've gotten to know a lot more about Nyla. Her likes, dislikes, hobbies, family, what she does for a living. I got to learn that she's the younger of 5, believe it or not. I got to learn that she's much more than a pretty face, but really funny. She'll say something so random and make it seem like a casual thing, which, even for me, gets me laughing my ass off. Not to mention, her unique and different laughs are what make my heart flutter. We've grown so much closer than we have before, and I'm her for everything that she has to offer.

    But, my dick isn't so accustomed to it, and the sexual tension between us doesn't make this any better. I've been so sexually frustrated about it lately. I've fallen for Nyla so hard that even thinking about other girls doesn't get me hard like it used to. I don't go out to bars, and I don't try to find a girl to sleep with for the night. Which is a big contrast, according to my friends, who haven't caught on to my feelings for Nyla. 

    Normally I wouldn't stick around for a girl, especially not a good girl. I'd meet up with her, have some fun, and leave like I wasn't having her crying out the night before. It would repeat at least two to four times a week, just to get a good lay every now and then. 

I don't like to beat around the bush, but Nyla? She's... different than most. She doesn't make me want to leave, she doesn't make me want to have sex and then drop her the next morning. It's like she's a large magnet, something that's placed in her heart and won't let up when you're attracted. She's so easy to talk to, so nice and funny and sweet. It's not something I'm used to, but I'm all here for it.

    Now, I step up the beach party house stairs, Nyla at my side. Me and Amber have invited her to a little party, something to help ease her mind off of some stuff. As in stuff, I mean her damn work. She's been nothing but a workaholic lately, even when she works from home. It's like she never takes breaks for herself, or give herself room to breath every now and then. Maybe she was a little reluctant to get out of the house today, but that's less than my problem. She needs to live a little. She's only 24, she can go to a party with her best friends every now and then.

    Nyla huddles up by my side, and I feel a subtle brush of her chest against my bulging bicep. I ignore the twitch in my pants, looking down at the nervous woman. "Don't be so shy alright?" I try to calm her, given how her arms are wrapped around mine as if she's trying to prevent me from walking beyond that door and into the booming party. I don't blame her, the alcohol, the sex, the music, it's all a lot for someone like Nyla to take it. But then again, I'm already used to it.

    "I'm not shy..." Nyla murmurs beneath her breath. God, she's absolutely adorable like this. She's so introverted that it makes a pang of possessiveness and protection well in my chest. Nyla is the type of girl who makes me feel the need to have her to myself, to be her knight and shining armor. She's only 5'2, plush and toned with a soft round face that looks even more adorable with her glasses.

    I chuckle softly, my arm reaching around to hold onto her squishy waist. "Come on. You'll be fine with me babe." I reassure her, walking to the front door. We enter the house to be hit with a scent of sex, alcohol, and the booming of loud music. There are girls with their tops off in tiny shorts, and guys who have one to four girls surrounding them. That used to be me, but I like my one.