Writing Prompts

Writing Prompt #5

"Do you feel guilty? Like, at all?"

"I don't have time to feel guilty. And neither do you?"

"How can you say that after what we just did?" He couldn't be serious.

He moved around the bed to stand in front of me. He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, pulling me in close.

"Gen," he sighed. "What we did was a mistake and isn't going to happen again, right?"

I knew he was right, but I couldn't let it go. Not that easily.

"Sam, we slept together. How am I supposed to live with myself every time I look in Lee's eyes?" Lee was my boyfriend of five years and Sam's best friend since forever.

"The same way you've always lived with yourself, Ace. This didn't happen." I hated how much that stun. I shouldn't care. Hell, it should be me making this argument.

But, despite how I should feel, I felt the exact opposite. I didn't want to pretend like it didn't happen. It had been incredible. For me, at least. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him how it was for him, but I knew that would be stupid.

Something must have crossed my face because he sighed again and leaned in places his forehead on mine.

"Fuck, Ace." His voice sounded strained and almost tortured.

Could he feel the same?

Without thinking, I stepped closer.

I waited in fear for him to push me away, but he didn't. Instead, his free hand found my hip and he gripped me there. His fingers bit in my skin.

"Sam," I whispered.

My heart raced as desire swept over me. I reached forward, my hands gliding over his abs.

"Ace," he hissed in warning, but I was too far gone.

I tilted my head up, my lips searching for his. I didn't have to search for long. His mouth slanted over mine as the hand at the back of my neck slid into my hair. A moan built in the back of my throat but was cut off as a loud knock sounded at the door.

Sam and I froze.

We waited, staring at each other wide-eyed. A few minutes passed and a second knock sounded.

"Sam! Your ass better not still be in bed man!" My stomach dropped to my feet at the sound of Lee's voice coming from the other side of the door.

I opened my mouth as the panic started to bubble up. Sam reached forward covering whatever word vomit was about to explode out of me. He stepped closer, his mouth going to my ear.

"Stay calm, Ace. Grab your shit, all of it. Don't forever anything, and go wait out on the fire escape while I get rid of him." He kissed my forehead releasing me.

I rushed around his room in a flurry, grabbing my discarded clothes off the bedroom floor, my shoes from the living room floor, my purse off the couch, and my jacket from the hook by the front door.

As I neared the door, my eyes locked on it and I stared as if in a trance.

What if I opened it? What would happen if Lee saw me standing in front of him in his best friend's open doorway wearing only his best friend's tee? I didn't think I would ever be able to face that heartbreak. I was Lee's good girl. He would never believe me capable of something so horrible.

A harder knock sounded again.

"Sam! Wake the fuck up!" Lee shouted through the door.

My body jolted and I lurched back toward Sam who was in his bedroom pulling on a pair of worn-out jeans. God, he looked hot in those jeans. I had always thought so. Those jeans fit like they were made for him.

"Ace," he growled, nodding toward the open window.

Right.

I lurched forward, climbing out onto the fire escape. Sam closed the window behind me, pulling the curtain closed. I slid my sneakers on and pulled my jacket over Sam's tee. The wind sent a chill down my spine as it hit my bare legs.

The shiver rocked me and seemed to wake me up.

What the hell was I doing? Was I really going to stand out here looking like Sam's dirty little secret for everyone to see until Sam let me back in?

I wrapped my jacket tighter, thanking God that it was long enough to hide Sam's tee. Now it looked like I was hiding a dress or maybe just naked underneath. Silver lining and all that.

With one last look at the window, I crept as quietly as I could down the fire escape. When my feet his solid ground, I ran. I didn't stop until I reached mine and Lee's apartment. Once inside, I stripped out of Lee's tee and shoved it deep into my drawer. I rushed through a quick shower and by the time I finished dressing, I heard the front door open, then close.

Lee was home.

After a couple of deep breathes, I made my way down the hall and into the living room. I stopped short when I head a very feminine giggle. I peeked around the corner and into the living room to find Lee on his back on the couch with my best friend, Kate, sitting astride him as he felt her up.

I waited for the hurt to come, but it didn't. Instead, I felt relief. Then, my mind was flooded with images of what Sam and I had been up to this morning. Looks like it was time to rip off the band-aid.

Just as I stepped out, there was a knock on the door. I stepped back into the hallway as Lee made his way to the door. When he swung it open, Sam and I locked eyes. He stared at me for a moment before his eyes went to Kate, who was trying and failing to look as if everything was normal before his eyes came back to me.

"Hey man," Lee said casually, but Sam's eyes never left mine.

"Gen," Sam called. Lee's body got tight.

"She's not here, man," Lee told him.

"Gen," Sam said again, this time he nodded in my direction.

Lee's back went up before he slowly turned wide-eyes on me. Kate turned white as a ghost.

"Sam," I breathed.

A thrill shot through me as I watched him move past Lee and into the apartment. He didn't stop until he was right in front of me. He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, pulling me close.

"Ace," he muttered.

"Sam, what the fuck?" Lee called from behind him.

Sam turned to look at Kate, then Lee. Before he could speak, I stepped around him and faced Lee.

"We're done," I said plainly.

"Genny," he started, but I held up my hand.

"It's okay. I'm not mad at you for what you and Kate were just doing on our couch. You should know that Sam and I were doing way more than that in his bed earlier." Kate's jaw hit the floor and Lee looked like someone socked him in the stomach.

"Ace," Sam chuckled.

I turned to face him.

"I'm sorry. I know you wanted to pretend it didn't happen, but I can't. I can't pretend something so beautiful and incredible didn't happen."

"What the fuck?" Lee shouted.

"Ace," Sam growled moving toward me.

The look on his face was so intense, I almost took a step back. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into him. His mouth slanted over mine as he kissed me hard and fast.

"I can't pretend it didn't happen either," he told me. "Let's get out of here, yeah?"

I nodded, grinning up at him.

"Yeah."

*TFR's writing prompt #59 (Found on Pinterest)