Chemically Bonded, 2
It's all fun and games until your friend with benefits decides to move across the country… And you realize you desperately wish to come along.
Everyone knows Javier and Edie are friends and former labmates. No one knows they also sleep together, but never discuss feelings or the future. That is, until Edie announces she is moving for a dream job and the news knocks Javi’s world off its axis. Why does the thought of Edie’s leaving gut him? And how does a man who's only had casual hookups bring up emotions with a woman who never shares her heart?
Excerpt:
“What do you mean you got a job in LA?”
“I’ve been interviewing over the past few months… And I accepted a job offer from UCLA.”
I try to swallow, but my mouth has gone dry. I need a glass of water. A gallon. An ocean.
“I’m moving in the fall,” she says as her eyes scan my face, searching for something. I don’t know what.
“You’re moving in the fall,” I croak out a robotic response. My heart slams against my ribcage.
“Well, probably in July or August to start setting up my lab, but yeah.”
All I can think of is: I thought we had more time.
I take in the slope of her temple, the curve of her cheek. Edie gets squirmy with too much eye contact outside of fucking, but right now her gaze is fixed on my face.
We don’t talk … because it’s Edie and me. We talk to other people, and sometimes to each other about other people, but to each other, when we’re alone, we just don’t. We never share what we want or what we need or what we feel. That’s how it’s always been. And now it’s too late to try and change things because Edie’s moving to LA, and I will stay in Boston, working for David as a staff scientist in the same lab where we all got our PhDs, stuck and alone, because everyone else has left.
She lifts a hand to my face. Her fingertips move up the bridge of my nose, down the arch of my eyebrow, around the shell of my ear. She brushes my jaw with her knuckles.
I roll to the side so I can properly face her. I grab her by the hip and press her pelvis to mine. I want to talk to her about LA. About everything. There is so much to talk about … but we don’t. And I don’t know how I would even start. What I would say. What I would do if she said something that hurts.
She moves her hand down my body, tracing my neck and shoulder, my pecs and abs. Then she slides it into my sweats, grabs my cock, and pumps it a few times. Her hands are small and soft, and her grip is perfect, like everything she does. I want to close my eyes and enjoy the sensation, but I don’t want to break the connection. I thrust into her hand, my breath deepening as she maintains the rhythm, our eyes locked.
Her lips part, cheeks flushing. I tug at her shorts, and she shifts to help me push them off her hips.
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