The Fluke

9 - Jules

Sweet Jesus Christ.

Shoving the door open to the guest house, I step inside and beeline it for the loft. I need to put as much space between me and Luke as possible.

When he asked me if we could be friends my resolve just about crumbled. The look on his face was so sweet, and he'd let me ramble on like an idiot without making me feel stupid about it at all.

And those fucking dimples. Surely they will be the death of me.

I know I told Val I would get all the dirty details but when it came down it he was standing there in front of me looking fucking delectable and I couldn't imagine asking him to describe our sexual encounter to me. How utterly mortifying.

When I mentioned us having sex he didn't deny it, so that's as good as confirmation for me.

Oh my god. I can't believe this is my life, honestly.

I drop my towel and burrow under the covers, burying myself and my shame beneath the plush cotton sheets.

Try as I might, I can't get him out of my head. All I can think about is Luke and his stunning abdominals. He sauntered toward me down there looking like good enough to eat. Stranger he is not, but he is definitely still handsome.

I could hardly even look him in the eye as I was getting my little speech out, choosing instead to stare at the middle of his chest. If I'd looked anywhere else I may have fainted, melted into a puddle, or spontaneously orgasmed. Truly, I believe any of the above were possibilities.

But I said what I had to say. I warned him Spencer would lose it and he seemed to understand where I stand on the matter... Even if I'm not convinced that's where I actually stand.

Obviously, seeing him out there and being alone with him, hearing him tell me he can't stop thinking about me? I told you, my resolve just about crumbled. To smithereens. Absolute smithereens.

The man is irresistible. It simply isn't fair. How can we be friends after what happened between us? Embarrassment and black out sexcapade aside, even I can't deny that there is something there. The spark I felt when I tumbled out of that cab. And when I sat next to him in the booth. And when we kissed in the elevator. And when we did other stuff in the elevator. It's still there.

But no. Luke agreed to forget anything happened between us and I agreed we could be friends. The chemistry is physical, and that kind of thing just doesn't last forever. I'm sure now that we've established where things stand things will be less awkward. I'm sure.

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I guess I dozed off because I'm roused by the sounds of splashing and raucous laughter from the pool.

I hop out of bed and peek out the window to find a sight for sore eyes. Slade, Nate and Gavin had arrived and it looks like the party has officially started.

I contemplate changing out of my bikini, which is a touch more scandalous than I remembered when I packed it since it had been forever since I'd worn it. I had become painfully aware of that fact when I was with Luke earlier, hence the towel I white knuckled around myself like a prude.

Ultimately I tell myself a bathing suit is a bathing suit and if my friend Luke can't handle seeing me in one then that's not my problem.

No. My problem is how I'll feel when I have to watch that sexy motherfucker looking at me in said scandalous bikini. I am so screwed.

Instead I grab a breezy white crocheted cover up that is floor length and ties at my waist. It's way cuter than a towel and provides me enough coverage that I don't feel like I'll be on display.