Feelings and friendship

Chapter one

Prologue
You know, that guy that used to be your best friend. The guy that all your friends used to tease you about.. telling you how ugly he is but that you'll marry him anyways. I could honestly never see it happening. He was younger and totally not my type. Me being 16 and him being 14 -almost 15 as he loved to correct me- I could never even imagine that being a possibility. I couldn't even imagine it even though he was good to me; like, really good to me.. he picked me up every single day on his way to school, accompanied me back home, protected me from everything and everybody and if I forgot my lunch bag, he would buy me lunch. Still, he was just my lil buddy, even after he professed his love to me. I made sure he knew, he was my little buddy. Come to think of it.... Maybe I was a little harsh on him because our relationship never was the same again. But I guess that's what happens if you mix friendship and feelings, right?? Surely he'd understand, right?

1.
A little more than a decade later, I graduated and had two degrees. Not being able to find myself a solid place to stay, I moved back home. And I was happy to be back. While exiting the local grocery store, I saw someone staring at me.. His gaze seem to burn into my milk chocolate skin. It was like he was taking every part of my body in, from my frizzy curly hair to my little ass and small feet. I was about to walk past that creep, like every other creep, when he stopped me mid track and said: "damn, you look amazing as always". It took me a minute to recognize him because... Welp, lil buddy done grown up to be an entire cocoa smelling pure bar of chocolate with a dash black excellence. Tall, well built, black as hell, thick beard and a smile that could blind you from a distance. And I was dazed.
I said: "well, thank you. You don't look bad yourself" trying not to sound all that surprised and thirsty at the same time. Cause lord knows I haven't been with someone for a loooong time. I undressed- and took- in every inch of him while I was making up scenarios in my mind of what I would do with him if I ever had the chance.
He said: "well, do you need some help carrying your groceries"
And my dumb ass got nervous- because I felt like I got caught undressing him with my eyes- and answered: "Nah Im good"
He asked for my number so we could stay in touch and I made sure to mention I'm "back home" again. I could've imagined it but I could have sworn I saw his eyes light up. I don't know in what way yet, but I'll make it my mission to find out. I'm just happy he isn't holding a grudge after all these years.
I gave him a hug goodbye and his hands stopped right above my ass- being that I had to stand on my toes to be able to hug him- and I made sure to get one last whiff of that amazing smell he has. I noticed he did the same.
While in his embrace, I thought to myself; what in the world was I thinkin'. I should've snatched this man up when I had the chance but thank God life has its ways of coming back full circle. At least, I think I should thank God.
When I walked away it was as if his hands were burned into my back, his nose left an imprint in my neck and I could not shake off his scent. And I never felt this alive before. Still, something felt off. But I chucked it up to me being new to this single game and went about my day.

He did not waste time. He messaged me that same night and repeated how good I looked. I caught myself giggling at my phone. I had to recompose and remind myself of the badass I actually am and returned the compliment. He wanted to know what I've been up to and I just wanted to know if he had a girl, because I had plans for the two of us. But I contained the thirst and went along with the conversation. I asked him what he was doing at that specific moment and he told me he was in the gym. Right when I could imagine myself licking off the drops of sweat off his abs, I saw his name appear in my snapchat notifications. I guess he was thinking the same damn thing because he made sure to send me a picture of him shirtless in the locker-room. God, fuck, shit, damn it.. all of that rock hard chocolate looks fingerlickin' good. But I had to play it cool and I asked: "why did you send me that picture?" He asked: "do you mind?" And I answered: "to be honest, no" and he said: "good, are you alone? In bed?" I confirmed hesitantly but eager to know what was next.
The next part of the conversation.. is the start of a mind twisting story.