Drego
"you weren't at the office all day. You're lying."
I looked at Nichole, wondering if she knew where I'd been all day. I didn't mean to lie. But when I saw her standing there in her flimsy night gown, a transparent kimono coverall over her body, her thighs bare, the wind doing a fine job kissing her frame; something I'd been thinking of a lot today, the light shining on her making her the only thing I could see, I panicked at the kind of thoughts that came to my mind.
I'd come to the realization that I wanted Nichole. And I accepted it. I had lust for her. But that was the extent of my feelings for her. I liked her, but I wasn't sure I liked her enough to start something serious like she wanted, or used to want…
My body was barely under my control. It wanted to finish what we almost started the night we were attacked. Not the conversation, but our lips meeting and maybe more.