“N-no, I’ll stay here,” I stammer.
“Come on, Tennie Girl, let me hold you for a minute. Just a friendly hold.”
“Ok, just for a minute,” I agree curling myself into the nook between his chin and shoulder, hearing his heart beat a steady rhythm in my ear. He wraps his arm around me, his sweet vanilla scent fills my nose. I lightly rest my shaking hand on the hard ridges of his stomach. His warmth surrounds me providing a sense of safety and serenity. Glancing up to meet his eyes, his breathing has fallen shallow, his eyes are closed. He’s asleep. He’s so stunning it hurts me but I can’t stop staring. He seems so peaceful, happy; all the stress he had when I opened the door has melted away. I feel like such a terrible person for making him think I was mad at him. I know I should wake him and make him leave, I’ve learned not to cross lines with friends but it’s my fault he came straight here. It won’t hurt anything to let him sleep for a little bit.
Grabbing my blanket from the floor, I drape it over us. I mull over his words. It is my fault that we only stay on campus; I won’t go to his games because I don’t like crowds and I don’t want Kohl to have to explain why he’s with me at a party. My thoughts running, my eyes get heavy. Thinking I will rest them for a few minutes, I fall into the best sleep I have ever had in my life. Surrounded by Kohl’s delicious smell and the warmth from something made by my Mom’s hands.
Waking, my hand rests on something hard, hot and pulsing. A warm sweetness surrounds me. I don’t want to wake up, I was having the best dream.
“If you keep your hand there, the problem is only going to get worse,” rumbles from my pillow, only it’s not my pillow and I wasn’t having a dream. I’m lying on Kohl’s chest with my hand on his dick—his very hard, throbbing dick.
“Sorry,” I mumble jerking my hand back, feeling heat rush to my face.
“Damn you’re cute when you turn red, Ten,” he laughs.
“Do you know the average man thinks about sex nineteen times a day? Averaging once every hour and a half. Originally, it was thought they think about it every seven seconds, but it’s more than 500 times an hour. There would be nothing else in their brains if that statistic were accurate. Women tend to think about food fifteen times a day and sex ten. I know I think more about food than sex. Waking up hard is natural, you probably just have to pee,” I ramble.
“I assure you, this morning it’s all because of the beauty who woke up with her hand on my dick and not because I have to piss. Your head is so full of random facts, how do you have any room for your classes? I love it when you ramble.”
“When you spend all your time alone you learn that Google is your best friend. I spent hours searching and reading. Absorbing information, you do have to be careful what you put into the search engine though. You don’t want to know what a lemon party is, trust me don’t Google it.” I tell him shivering when I remember what popped up on my screen from that search. “Are you heading home today?”
“I don’t have to; I can stay here with you.”
“No way, you only have a small amount of time to spend with your family. They can’t afford to come see your games. You go home and be with them. From the way Archer made it sound, they are going to need me to work a lot, so I’ll be busy.”
“You’re right,” he agrees, sadly. “I should get going but I’m coming back for New Year’s Eve. Be my date?”
“You want to spend it with me?”
“Nowhere else I would rather be.”
“Ronnie’s Dad has a killer New Year’s party. Want to go with me? As friends, of course.”
“A party at the Mayor’s Mansion, with a spectacular woman on my arm? Hell, yes,” he gushes.
Kissing me on the cheek, he leaves. I know I’ll see him in a little over a week but I’ll miss him. Working out isn’t the same without him. He’s so ingrained in my life now, I feel a blank spot when I don’t get to see him. His endless flirting always has me hoping for more but in my mind, I know it’s part of his charm.
I’m excited for my first day at work and now excited for New Year’s, the excitement adding a little pep in my step while I get ready for work. I grab me a cup of coffee taking my potion for the day. I don’t know what this potion is supposed to be doing but since I started using it, I have become friends with Kohl, nabbed a job and my life is good. I only have half a bottle left. I can’t wait to see what the rest of the bottle holds for me.
Arriving at The Brew Station, Archer greets me smiling. “Good Morning, Tensanne.”
“Good morning Mr., uh, um, Archer,” damn he’s one fine ass man. Not nearly as handsome as Kohl, but still not hard on the eyes.
“Leah and I will be training you today. Once you learn the flavor combinations the rest is easy until we close and clean the machines.”
Leah explains the machines and how they work. I watch while she makes a few drinks when she hands me the cup she explains the number of pumps of flavored syrup and which liquids to add. I like the customers that order a simple black cup of coffee, those are easy.
The crowd finally slows down around two p.m.; Leah explains while we are slow, we need to wipe down all the machines. Archer insists the expresso
