Tonny
I could not sleep, and it was the fault that amazing dinner. ¿Indigestion?, ¡No!, devils. My stomach was arrived, but was not going to burst, and even so, or crazy going to let him leave anything had gotten inside. I am a big man, and I have to feed the body, but neither eating me mad, as had happened before. I could not stop.
Everything, absolutely everything was amazing. I did not know it was a sweet, until I could not resist eating two portions of the fantastic rice pudding. Ugh, morning had double session in the gym of the station, only to burn all intake tonight. But the best was not the food, no, she had been. I was amazed how easy it was to chat with her, anything. I knew how to keep my attention, and when I was speaking, listening as if he really cared all that came out of my mouth.
He was intelligent, awake, witty, and the smile never left his face, as if refusing to pessimism were to touch her. It would be difficult to have it at home and not try to get things moving in my favor. At first, I can not deny it, I was struck by how well they filled the bland nurse's uniform. I will not deny, I have Italian blood running through my veins, and I pulled a good ass. Hips with her curves, an acceptable front and a pretty face, and I'm lost. Maria had all that.
as you would know, I liked, and I was convinced I had to get it. The problem was her boyfriend or ex-boyfriend, or whatever Noah at the time, and above all, that he was prepared Mary to get into a relationship. No, she was not ready, I needed time. Time to decide what he would do with Noah, time to heal his damaged heart, time to feel safe again.
I could understand that, respect their space as she did her job, but damn grace that I was going to do. I am a man of action, when the adrenaline coursing through my veins, I lose my cool and I act, and I am of moving fast, maybe too much, but that can not help it, it is a professional deformation. If I do not move at the speed of lightning, the fire reaches me.
Well, at least insomnia had served me something. He had drawn up a plan in my head. It was going to be there for Mary, would need the support, and not push. No, I never liked advantage of the weakness of others. And with Maria, he did not want to doubt if I choose to heal their wounds. No, I wanted to be chosen without any compulsion, for myself, for what I'm worth, not to appear at the right time. I'm not that kind of opportunist.
I heard the alarm clock ringing, and I rushed like a spring on the off button. I did not know how or when he had slept me, but the fact is that in the end he had. I usually wake up one or two minutes before the alarm goes off, but that day it was not. I stood still for a few seconds, trying to figure out steps or any other clue that he had awakened to Maria, but heard nothing. So I got up, I showered quickly, I dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.
That of having a coffee maker that program, is a blessing. Especially for people who do not like to waste time like me. I poured myself a cup, and pour the milk, I saw a fountain covered in the refrigerator. I could not help but smile. Maria, she said she used to cook for two days, because I had much time to do, but enjoyed eating "rich", even if reheated. And it is surely what he had done, had left lunch or dinner list.
I could not help but feel tempted to take a little and take him to the station, and not to give envy to peers, but to savor what he knew for sure it was a tasty meal. But I avoided those "dark" thoughts, and I finished my breakfast. But as he did, I could not help but think of Mary again, and wrote him a note. "If you need me, I'm a call. PD. If I do not answer, I'm with a hot hand. Tonny.".
I removed the canvas above my girl, and I activated the garage door. Gently I pushed and pulled out. His he is purring through my body like an exciting caress, and raised my head, yes, sun, good temperature and my girl. Today would be a good day.
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