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1033 Words
Lyssa
Goose coming over and spending the night quickly became part of my normal life. However, his visits are more scheduled now than spontaneous. After his first full night staying over, we exchanged phone numbers so he wouldn't have to wait outside for hours for me to get home. Or me staying up late, wondering if he was going to show up again or not. Having each other's numbers made not only scheduling our booty calls easier but also made flirting with each other easier. And after a month of hooking up multiple nights a week, we definitely have gotten good at making sure not even Emilia knows when he is over. Not that we have to hide anything from her, but as Goose explained, he doesn't want anyone else to see him coming over to the house in the middle of the night and get the wrong idea. Especially anyone who knows her father and would say anything to him, giving him the wrong idea. If you ask me, he could easily explain that he was at the house to see me, not her, but I chose not to argue the point. Goose knew her father better than I did. I have only met the guy once or twice, and to me, he seemed perfectly nice, though I am also not a guy looking for a relationship and showing up at a girl's house in the middle of the night for one reason. So, perhaps Goose is right on this?
Either way, the s*x is fantastic, and not having labels on anything is kind of nice. No expectations of anything, just two people having fun and nothing more. Or so I have to keep reminding myself. Both of us were clear about not looking for a relationship. Yet we spend nearly all of our free time together. I wouldn't call what we had an exclusive relationship, but I know I am not seeing anyone else, and I don't think he is either. Then there were the handful of times he came over, and we didn't even make out the whole night. Those nights were spent hanging out, watching movies, talking, and even him helping me study for my midterms. It's those times that remind me of what the two of us having as us being in a relationship. But then we have never gone out in public together on a date, or even done more than sneak him into my apartment and back out so nobody sees. Honestly, it's all a lot, and I am not entirely sure where we stand. Or maybe I am developing feelings for Goose and overthinking things. Perhaps he and I are not on the same page when it comes to our understanding. I mean, he only ever comes over to my place well after the sun has gone down and leaves early enough no one will see him. We have never gone anywhere together, on a date or otherwise. I don't even know where he lives or where he parks his motorcycle on the nights he comes over. It's not in the driveway or out front on the street. Instead, he walks up the back alleyway, comes in through the back gate, and leaves the same way.
And then there are things like today, events that Emilia invites me to that Goose could have invited me to if he wanted the two of us to go together, but doesn't. I wrote the first two events off as him knowing I was going to have to work that day. But today's thing, Emilia invited me at the last minute when she realized I was home on a Saturday afternoon and she was headed out to a family and friend get together the MC was having. According to her, everyone in the club and their families know are invited, which included me. And not having anything better to do, I joined her. But honestly, I think I should have declined the offer. When we first arrived at the MC clubhouse, Goose was already there, standing across the room, talking to several of the other guys, one of whom I recognized as his brother D. Then, there was the woman who was touching his arm. Her back was to me so that I couldn't see her face, but from the view of her back, I was sure she was beautiful. She definitely had a better-looking body than I did. Not that I was bad looking or anything, but I was not what the magazines would consider sexy at all. I had meat on my bones and didn't have a flat stomach, not like the woman hanging on Goose's arm. No, she didn't overindulge in unhealthy foods. I could only see her from the back now, but I could tell she took care of herself.
With that said I couldn't help but feel jealous of the woman openly hanging on the man that has shared my bed secretly for the last month. At the same time, I couldn't help but be angry with myself because I didn't have a right to feel jealous of the woman hanging on Goose's arm. He and I weren't together, not exclusively anyway. And as both of us have clearly stated, neither of us is looking for a relationship. That doesn't change the fact that I hate the woman hanging on Goose's arm, and I don't even know her. I don't care to know her and am happy to not look in either of their direction as I allow Emilia to pull me off in the opposite direction towards a small group of MC members about our age. A couple of the guys I have seen around, and the others I learn are from a different chapter of the MC and came into town specifically for this get together. One of the new guys Emilia introduces to me doesn't take long to make it clear he is interested in me. Honestly, I find it hard not to flirt back with the guy, especially after glancing back over to where Goose is standing and seeing the woman still holding onto his arm and him not caring.
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