Gnaipafe

"Hey! Why did you undress?" I said without glancing at him, only to perceive his genuine and humorous laugh. 
"What happened to you? Why do you look so scared? Oh come on, don't you dare think nasty of me". Again, with his joyful and teasing laughter. 
I just shut my mouth and ignored him. I focused my glare on the floor, shivering cold in my sopping wet dress. 
"Didn’t you say you wanted to stay for a  while, and that you don't want to go home yet? It's not good for you to stay in your soaked dress for very long. I'm serious, and I don't want you to get hypothermia. So, you better slip off that gown and hang it on the railing to dry a little. Doesn't it feel heavy?" He looks serious, delivering his point. 
He's probably right, but that seems uncomfortable. Disrobing in front of Ziggy while ogling over his naked body, it feels so awkward to me. 
He is my best friend, my hero and if there is something that is most important in my life, it is to not lose him. I tried hard not to fall in love with him because they say relationships are complicated, and being in love with your best friend and failing hurts double time. What if it's too late for me to realize that he is more than just a best friend, but really my first and only true love?

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

My 3 in 1

Jericho pulled over to the small hashery along the road. The small parking lot was just enough for Jericho and Ziggy's car to park. Jericho went out of the car, and I followed him without waiting for him to open me up. I wasn't always comfortable to be treated like a princess, I rather do my own things, than wait for a man to serve me.

Although, yes, I was used to being attracted to a man who's chivalrous enough to do that, I guess maturity or rather experiences made me realize that I'm capable enough to serve myself and not needing help from anyone in Adam's race.

Ziggy got out of the car right after me, and we almost bumped into each other when I was about to go on the right, and he was moving to his left. But he stopped and let me pass before he proceeded after me. He walked hastily to the other side of his car to open the door for Nadine.

THE HASHERY