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Lyssa
After having lunch with Emilia, she gave me a ride to work, where I spent the next several hours folding and refolding the same clothes over and over as people came through shopping. The night is pretty mundane and goes by relatively slowly, and by the time the store closes, I am pretty well over it and ready to go home. The only question I have to decide on before then is whether I will stop for something to eat on my way home or cook something I have in my fridge. There is also the option of just going home and going to bed and not dealing with the whole food situation until tomorrow morning when I wake up starving to death. And with it close to midnight, my options for getting something on my way home aren't very many. There is exactly one place that will still be open that I could stop at on my walk home, and honestly, nothing from there sounded good. So straight home it is, which honestly is probably for the best anyway. I now have to decide whether I'm going to make something when I get home or go to bed. On the one hand, I don't have to be back at work or school tomorrow. I have the day off from work and I have no classes. All I have to do is work on an assignment that is due next week for the class I had today, and I could do that later in the day or even wait and work on it later in the week. So I could make something to eat and not feel like I need to go to bed right away, and stay up for a bit.
As I walked, I weighed my options, maybe that's why I didn't notice anyone sitting on the steps leading up to the front porch and Emilia's front door. Or perhaps I didn't see him sitting there because there was no car or even his motorcycle in the driveway to indicate anyone was at the house. Emilia most likely stayed at her brother's house after going over to help him and his wife, as they were supposed to be coming home from the hospital after having a baby and wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning.
"Do you always walk alone this late at night?"
Jumping, my hand went to my heart as if I could stop it from leaping clear out of my chest, and a scream escaped from my mouth all at the same time as Goose spoke and stood up from his seated position on the steps. Both his eyebrows shot up as his eyes watched me.
"Better question, do you always not pay attention to your surroundings while walking alone so late at night?"
"Jesus, do you always hide in the dark spying on people?"
Keeping my hand on my chest like that helped to slow it down or something, as it continued to pound in my chest. Taking a moment to look around, I noticed his motorcycle was nowhere to be seen, or at least I couldn't see it, and the only cars I could see were all ones that are always in the neighborhood.
"And where is your motorcycle?"
"I parked it up the street a bit. I wanted to check in on you and didn't want to bother Emilia, along with risking any of the other guys seeing me and having to answer a million and one questions from not only her dad but brother as to why I was here so late."
"And sitting on her front steps wouldn't lead to questions?"
Shaking his head, he shrugged his shoulders.
"Not when it was so dark out that one walking or driving by would have seen me."
Tilting my head to the side, I stared at him for a minute or two.
"I guess….And to answer your original question, yes, I tend to walk home at night after work. Though I would like to think I am much more alert than I was tonight."
"Why not get a car or something? You can drive?"
Shrugging, I nodded.
"I can, but cars can be expensive, and everywhere I would want to go is within walking distance, so why spend so much on something that will hardly get used?"
"Hmm. I suppose."
Staring at him, he kept his eyes on me as well. The two of us, at some point, make a silent decision and move ourselves around the side of the house and into my door. Our conversation stayed the same, but included a little more flirting than we already had going on. My decision about whether to make something to eat or not had slipped from my mind as we made our way inside. While I stepped into the small space that is my kitchen, I got two bottles of water out of my fridge, and he walked over and sat down on my couch. Following him, I held out one of the bottles of water, meaning for him to take it and then sit down next to him. Only he wrapped his hand around mine and the water bottle at the same time, pinning my hand to the bottle as he pulled me forward. And I will admit I didn't care to stop it or care that he used his hold on my hand and the water bottle to pull me forward, forcing me to straddle his legs. Once in position, I didn't hesitate as I lowered myself down into his lap, one leg on the couch on either side of him. My heart instantly sped up again, and this time not because he scared the crap out of me. The feeling of him already hard under me, causing the anticipation of what is to come next, has my heart beating even faster.
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