Two weeks pass. Two weeks where Henry is swamped with work and we only get to see each other on the weekend; two weekends that we spend talking and laughing during the day, and kissing and touching during the sultry night. But that suits me fine because once Henry's touch and his kisses don't cloud my senses, the attraction between us - the crazy chemistry - is still scaring the shit out of me. The time we spend apart gives me a chance to catch my breath and keep me sane, and I can keep telling myself that I'm not yet in too deep - that I'm not completely addicted to this man and his hands and his lips and his - well, everything.
Today is Thursday, and it's been four days since I've last seen Henry. He had to work so much that we only talked on the phone a couple of times and sent a few texts back and forth.
Luckily, work is busy for me as well, so I don't have too much time to miss him. This morning, I'm running a few errands, and right now, I drop some files on Amy's desk that her boss, Luke, requested. "There you go, honey."
"Thanks, Lauren." She smiles widely at me before she gives me an extensive once-over.
I arch a brow and cross my arms. "What is it?"
"Nothing." Amy chuckles.
I snort. "Yeah sure. Come on. Spit it out."
Amy shrugs. "There's been this glow on your face for the past few weeks. Getting laid regularly looks good on you."
Even though she whispered her last words, I gasp and look around nervously. "Hey! Don't start any gossip."
"Relax; no one heard."
"I heard." Ben lifts his head and grins at me from his desk, which is opposite to Amy's. "And I have to agree with her."
I roll my eyes and sigh. "You two are impossible."
Amy laughs. "Hey, I'm happy for you. But I'd be even happier if you fed me some details. What is this thing between you two? Something official?"
"Do we have to put a label on it? Can't we say we enjoy each other's company?"
Amy lets out a long breath. "Ah, I see. Still non-committal. Does Henry see it the same way? Is he as chicken as you are?"
"Hey, not everyone is like you two." I point to her and Ben and sigh. "We're just getting to know each other; let's not push it."
Ben chuckles. "Getting to know each other? Lauren, you've known him for a year."
I groan. "You know what I mean. Anyways, this chat has been great, but I gotta run." I hold up more files I need to deliver.
Amy chuckles at my remark. "Yeah, go ahead and run."
I turn around and flip her off, which makes her laugh even harder. "Very ladylike. Love you too, honey," she calls after me.
On my way, Amy's words replay in my head, and I wonder what Henry would say if asked what this is between us. Thinking of us as something official gives me an uneasy feeling - as much as I like spending time with him. We are close, and I know I've made some real progress in the trust department. But still, some doubts remain. Great job, Lauren! Stop overthinking!
Before my lunch break, I run a few more errands throughout the building. When I stop at Carla's desk to drop off Mr. Wilson's mail, I notice an envelope addressed to Henry. I pick it up and look at her. "Do you want me to dispatch this?"
She looks up from her work and takes the mail that I'm holding out to her. "Ah, yes. That'd be great. Thanks, Lauren."
I smile at her and wave her goodbye, and when I'm in the elevator on the way back to my desk, I know what I'm going to do for lunch.
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After her last serious relationship left Lauren emotionally and physically broken, all she is looking for in any man that crosses her path is either friendship or a weekend fling. When her friend Henry suddenly stirs feelings that she thought were n...