Second Chances

Chapter 9

Leon's POV:

I couldn't believe it. Ev's girl was Ava's best friend. Well, you know what they say, small world and all that. But, knowing that it was Ffion who had Ev acting like a lovesick fool, I was sure that they would be in it for the long run. She seemed like such an honest and genuine girl, full of life and energy. I could see why Ava had her in her life and why Ev was head over heels with her.

She was a beautiful girl, both inside and out. But she had nothing on Ava. Though I could appreciate true beauty in any form, blondes held me in a chokehold like no other. Especially when that blonde was Ava.

Ava and I weren't even a thing yet, we didn't have any sort of label. We just... were. But I was picturing the benefits this had. At heart, I was a soppy sod, and so I couldn't help imagining all the double dates, the get togethers and all the other things we could do, not only as couples, but as friends too.

I hadn't seen her or Ffion when they came in, so when me and Ev had reached the bar to get our four drinks, I took the opportunity to glance back at her and really take her in. Ffion had a grip on her elbows and was jumping up and down, but Ava had stayed rooted on the spot, looking almost as dumbfounded as I felt.

Even from the back, I could see how stunning she looked. The leather jeans she wore worked wonders on highlighting the shapeliness of her legs. Her hair a blonde waterfall, flowing in loose curls down her back. I loved girls with long hair. To me, it made them seem even more feminine. And gave me something to pull on.

Ev's voice brought me back to my senses. "So that is the famous neighbour you've been telling me about. I can see what you mean, she's stunning, and very much your type. So, what's the deal? Pump and dump? Or do you actually want to pursue something with her?" An eyebrow frowned with the other raised, I shot Ev a look. Despite the crude way of putting it, he wasn't wrong to assume my motives. Just like Ev, I too had a colourful past with a long string of women. I had given up that life as soon as I graduated from Uni though, having decided that I wanted to start living as an adult, and not as a horny teenager who only thought with my cock.

"We've only had one kiss, but I do really want something with her. I don't know man, I really want to take things up a notch, but I don't want her to feel like she has to jump in feet first, you know?" I wanted her, and I wanted her bad. But I had enough respect for her to let her take whatever this was as far as she wanted, whenever she wanted. If being a therapist has taught me anything, it's that women base their actions mostly on emotion and I was clueless as to what emotion she was riding when it came to me.

"She wants you. I can see it in her eyes. Just go for it. You've been talking for what? Nearing two months? There's no way that she or you can hold out for much longer." He had a point. A very good point. I felt like I could explode any moment, and not in the way I wanted to with her. I needed to make my move. Tonight had provided me with the perfect opportunity.

I looked back at the girls while Ev ordered the drinks and saw that they were dancing with each other. They were doing that seductive dancing that they did at my party. A few eyes were on them, but they paid them no attention as they got lost in the music and each other, as if everyone and everything around them faded into a blur in the background and they were the only two in the room. Their movements were fluid and full of touching, hip swaying and grinding. If people didn't know them, they'd easily be mistaken as lesbians rather than two best friends who simply were comfortable with each other. At that thought, I felt a rise in my jeans. Not that I wanted Ava to be a lesbian, but I am first and foremost just a typical man who was impartial to some girl on girl action. I turned back to the bar and took mine and Ava's drink.