"Have I ever told you how cute you are?" Justin says, breaking the silence. "What?" "You’re cute. Like, really cute and when you wore that tight black dress on your birthday, oh damn, I almost lost it. You looked so hot." "Are you talking to me?" I ask, dumbfounded by his words. "If I was talking to someone else there would be a problem since you’re the only other person in this car." "Oh," I pause, taking in what he said. "You think I’m hot?" I smirk, a boost of confidence coursing through my body. He nods his head. “And on Halloween when you wore that little maid’s outfit with the thigh highs and suspenders, holy fuck, it was so difficult to resist the urge to bend you over the table. You looked so perfect.” I feel myself choke on my own saliva. “What?” I squeak out. “You wanted to what?” "Did you not hear me the first time?" "No, no, I heard you. I’m just confused." "I wanted you, is it that confusing?" "Justin," I warn, "Stop." "Why? I thought you liked me." His voice drops a few octaves at the end of the sentence. "I do, Justin. I fucking do okay, but I don’t want to be your rebound." "Who says you are going to be my rebound? What if I just wanted a quick fuck to get my mind off things?" My knuckles turn white as I tighten my grip on the steering wheel. "I’m sorry, do you think of me as some sort of slut? A ‘quick fuck’? Is that all I am to you? Am I that disposable?" "Relax, Y/N. You know I don’t think of you like that. You’re one of my best friends." "You should have thought about that before you started speaking." You snap. "Have you ever heard of friends with benefits?" "Yes." I mutter, shifting awkwardly in my seat. "Why don’t we try it?" He suggests and I can feel a new form of tension surround us, this time all it is sexual tension. "We’ll talk at home, Justin. Just-just be quiet for now, please?" I manage to choke out, feeling the heat between my legs throb slightly. "Sorry." He replies casually, leaning back in his seat as if he didn’t do anything. If I thought it was awkward before, it sure as hell surpassed awkward a while ago. I couldn’t keep my mind off of him. I kept sneaking glances and then mentally cursing myself whenever he catches my eye. He was hot, yes. I would love to bang him, yes. Do I want to risk our friendship for sex? Possibly. I was very conflicted. Friends with benefits could be a good thing. Justin and I have a pretty platonic friendship and we can basically do and say whatever we want when we’re together but I’m wondering what would happen after the fact? If we do have sex, or hook up if you may, would it change anything? Would we still be able to maintain our friendship without lust hiding behind each word and action? After what feels like hours, I park the car into my driveway and without waiting for him, I hop out of the car, open the trunk and run inside my house. “Geez Y/N thanks for the help.” He groans, lugging his suitcase up the stone steps. "Sorry! Had to use the washroom." I yell from upstairs. I throw myself down onto my bed, sinking into the soft duvet. I said we’d talk about it when we got home, but I really don’t want too. I’m acting like such a child, avoiding the situation in hopes it will just resolve itself. It is possible for him to forget but I highly doubt he will. Justin is not one to forget things like this. "Y/N? You coming down?" He calls out from the bottom of the stairs. I was very conflicted. Friends with benefits could be a good thing. Justin and I have a pretty platonic friendship and we can basically do and say whatever we want when we’re together but I’m wondering what would happen after the fact? If we do have sex, or hook up if you may, would it change anything? Would we still be able to maintain our friendship without lust hiding behind each word and action? After what feels like hours, I park the car into my driveway and without waiting for him, I hop out of the car, open the trunk and run inside my house. “Geez Y/N thanks for the help.” He groans, lugging his suitcase up the stone steps. "Sorry! Had to use the washroom." I yell from upstairs. I throw myself down onto my bed, sinking into the soft duvet. I said we’d talk about it when we got home, but I really don’t want too. I’m acting like such a child, avoiding the situation in hopes it will just resolve itself. It is possible for him to forget but I highly doubt he will. Justin is not one to forget things like this. "Y/N? You coming down?" He calls out from the bottom of the stairs. I mumble a ‘yes’ and slowly exit my room and walk down to meet Justin. "I was thinking we could watch a movie, order some pizza. You know the usual." He suggests, plopping down onto the couch. "Uh-sure." I respond. "You can pick the movie and I’ll order the pizza?" "Sure." He smiles, turning on the TV as he begins to flip through channels. I move into the kitchen to make the call and I make sure to spend my sweet time describing what we want. I give myself at least 10 minutes before descending back into the living room. “Took you long enough.” He smirks, patting the spot beside him. I reluctantly sit down beside him and on instinct I cuddle into his side, burying my face into his shoulder. I deeply inhale, enjoying the scent of his all-too familiar cologne. “You smell nice.” I whisper and I can see him smile. "I got a new cologne in L.A." "I like it. You should wear it more often." "I’ll make note of it." I divert my attention to the random movie Justin chose although I don’t exactly watch it.
