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aforementioned people I want to stay far away from, it’s her.
    She’s attractive, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and yeah, a great body, but I’ve come to learn what my type is, and she has deep, beautiful brown eyes and a sweet smile.
    Brittney and I kissed when she first started working here last year. Well, to be fair, she kissed me , and I practically and stupidly moaned a name that wasn’t hers. It’s been weird ever since to say the least, and now she won’t leave me alone.
    My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I glance down at the caller ID. My dumbass smile is back in full swing when I see who it is.
    “Hey stranger!” I wince, looking up as I answer. My excitement got the best of me, and fuck me, Brittney has now spotted me too.
    “Hi,” Luci sounds surprised. “I thought you might be in class now.”
    “Is that why you called?” I joke. “You were hoping I wouldn’t answer?” I look towards Brittney, pointing to my phone, shrugging out a fake disappointment.
    Thank you, Luci!
    “No! Not at all!” She jumps. “I just felt bad about last night. That I didn’t call you back.”
    I walk a little faster as I turn around and head back to my office, still smiling like the idiot I am. Screw getting the mail, I’d rather talk to her.
    “Your sister keeps asking how our date went,” I whisper. “But before you jump down my throat you should know I told her it wasn’t a date.”
    I have to be careful with what I say to her. I don’t dare ruin anything that could possible still happen between us, and I truly believe that a lot could still happen.
    “I told her I think it went as well as a get together between good friends could go.” I shut my office door behind me.
    She laughs, and just hearing her voice in this very room… fuck . I’m suddenly as hard as a rock.
    “So that’s why it took you a week to call me?” She laughs, and I smile to myself, attempting to ignore the twitch in my pants. She’s so damn cute. How a bastard like me ever had a chance with someone like her, I’ll never know.
    “You had my number too, you know,” I point out. “And I thought since it wasn’t a date I didn’t have that next day time limit.” She laughs again, and that sound! “Or maybe I didn’t want to overwhelm you,” I admit. “Baby steps.”
    “Baby steps,” she giggles. “There are no baby steps to being friends.”
    Light wind on her end rushes into the phone, and it’s not fair of me to feel crushed whenever she says friends, but fuck it, I am.
    “What can I do to make you not hate me?” My voice is low and pleading. “Tell me and I’ll do it.”
    “I… I don’t know,” she sighs. “You broke my heart.”
    Just leave the machete in me. I know I deserve to hear that every day for all of eternity, but I had reasons for everything I did. Not to mention, she was only eighteen!
    “I let you live life the way things were supposed to be,” my voice trails off.
    I don’t even think about how to continue that mantra. I’m selfish. It’s who I am, and I can admit that to a fault. Plain and simple, I’m a selfish son of a bitch for wanting Luci Cunningham the way I do.
    “You broke my heart,” she repeats.
    “Let me fix it,” I whisper.
    “I… can’t,” she sighs.
    I take a deep breath, moving the phone to my left hand as I pull at my forehead.
    “Do you wish when I saw you coming out of the office I walked away?” I don’t realize I’m not breathing until I hear her voice.
    “No,” she answers. “It was good to-”
    “Please don’t say get closure,” I interrupt.
    “I was going to say it was good to see you,” she lets out a small laugh, and so do I, although mine is more a sigh of relief than anything else.
    The bell rings, and I all but groan over the fact that I have to hang up. “Can I call you later?”
    “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” her voice saddens. “I don’t know if I can do this talking to you every day thing.”
    “I