His response was quick: I’m surprised you even noticed I was gone. I rolled my eyes and gave up. His pouty and childish voice was heard loud and clear in his message.
Jacoby offered me the remote when I returned, but I let him continue to play. There wasn’t a whole lot of talking going on, more like game-play chatter. The kinds of things you’d say even if you were alone. It was just what we gamers did, and it took another gamer to appreciate it.
After a few minutes, we’d reached one of the story scenes—the parts that helped propel the game forward while looking much like a film. I knew I should’ve been paying attention, but I couldn’t stop focusing on my deep inhales. It was the only way I could continue to get whiffs of whatever he wore without coming off like a creep.
One minute, the characters were arguing on the screen. The next, Owen, the male character, grabbed Abby’s braid, and based on the heavy breathing between the two, it was no surprise what happened next. Animated clothes were removed, then Abby was bent over a table with Owen behind her. And yeah, the creators left nothing to the imagination.
My breathing had gone from a slow, steady inhale and quick exhale to panting. Then again, I hadn’t been physical with a man in quite some time, so at least I had an excuse for reacting as though I’d just watched graphic porn. I wasn’t sure what Jacoby’s reason was. All I knew was that he needed to calm down, because his labored breathing was about to push me right over the edge.
The screen faded to black and then moved on to another scene. Meanwhile, Jacoby and I sat completely still, eyes straight ahead, beer cans to our lips. I couldn’t be sure about him, but my thighs were pressed tightly together.
“This is…uh, this is a fun game.” His words were barely audible.
In any other situation, I may have laughed, or at the very least, smiled. But I was entirely too focused on remaining in my seat and keeping my hands to myself. His cologne was now becoming too much for my one-track mind.
It was then that I realized we had somehow scooted closer to one another. I wasn’t sure when this had happened or which one of us had moved. All I knew was I could feel his sleeve brush against me, and when I turned my head to glance at our arms to see just how close we were, he turned his head, too.
I slowly lifted my gaze, catching the sight of his perfect mouth. Of course, that sight caused me to run the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip, and I couldn’t be sure, but I might’ve also moaned. Someone moaned, and for the life of me, I prayed it was on the game. But based on the way the corners of his mouth curled up, it was me.
When my eyes met his, my breathing hitched. There was just something about them that caused a physical reaction in me. They were dark green, nothing overly unique or special. They didn’t light up, shine, twinkle, or any other words that people have used to describe someone’s eye color. They were just deep-emerald orbs that took my breath away.
Then they dropped to what I assumed were my lips. That’s when my breathing really became strenuous. It was like we were trapped in this bubble while the rest of the world operated around us. Half of my brain ran through every sexual position we could do in this room while the other half was in charge of my hands, making sure they didn’t stray into his personal space.
“I, uh…” he mumbled, still staring intently at my mouth. “I think I hear my sister calling for me.”
“Yeah. You should definitely see what she wants—I mean, needs.” Regardless of what word I used, I sounded like a woman desperate for a man’s touch. Well, if the shoe fits… “I mean, you should find out what she has to say.”
At this point, I’d be lucky if the closest he came to me after this was waving to me from the other side of the gate that separated my yard from his, too scared that I’d pounce on him.
His laughter seemed to break his trance. He shook his head while pushing himself to his feet. Standing before me, he nodded once and then retreated a