Page 17 of Drunk In Love

I can’t get enough of his taste and begin probing his lips with my tongue, not needing the invitation. Maxwell’s moan is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

I need to hear it again.

Our tongues begin swirling in a rhythmic motion, and I hear the clink of him placing his glass down on the coffee table. He reaches a free hand around the back of my head, circling the nape of my neck and bringing me forward, deepening our kiss.

The vibration from my phone snaps me out of a trance, and I break off the kiss and see the incoming call from Daniella.

“You going to answer it?” Maxwell asks as we both gaze at my phone that’s continuing to ring, neither of us able to move.

“No, I need a minute to think. I can’t talk to my sister right now.”

“Okay, so…” Max starts off saying until I meet his gaze. The confusion I’m feeling must show on my face.

“I don’t know what happens now,” I say, wondering if the best kiss of my life may have caused a ripple effect into the best job and friendship I’ve ever had.

CHAPTER 6

Maxwell

I can’t believe I kissed my friend. Kamaya and I just kissed.

I am the first to wake up, and I have some time before we have to get to work. As much as I want to blame my actions on the wine I drank last night, it was my decision when I leaned in to kiss Kamaya. I don’t know what came over me. Lately, the idea of kissing my friend didn’t seem weird. It was something I wanted to do more and more. Last night I gave into a suppressed desire.

The previous night was straight-up torture, lying on the couch and listening to Kamaya shower. The cracked door to the bathroom pushed steam into the apartment and caused my thoughts to veer into imagining her glistening body, water sluicing down her great tits. Going to sleep with a boner at my big age of thirty-four was ridiculous.

Thoughts of how perfectly Kam and I would fit together have only increased since Brandon and Ava’s wedding.

Kissing Kamaya played on a loop in my mind until my baser instincts took over.

From my vantage point on this little couch of hers, I can see into the area where she’s sleeping since the studio layout is open concept. She looks peaceful in her sleep, and I wish I could join her, but that would be totally creepy and probably not well received after last night.

Part of me wishes Kamaya would wake up so we could discuss what happened, but maybe putting all that off for now is best.

I pick up my phone and spend a half hour looking on social media to see if any of the platforms are mentioning FJ or City University, and so far none of the recent articles or posts mention anything about the paywall breach. The only articles that do come up are ones mentioning the increasing protests at the campus about rising tuition rates.

“Max? What time is it?” Kamaya asks, half of her head buried under a pillow.

“Time for you get a watch,” I call back to her.

She laughs and shakes her head at my bad joke. “Oh, how I haven’t missed your corny dad jokes.”

I was trying for levity after last night and thankfully it worked. I didn’t know what else to say about the kiss. I wasn’t sorry that it happened, but I did hope it wouldn’t make things too weird between us. Except for the first few months when Kamaya started working for the team and was stubbornly refusing to listen to my advice, we’ve always gotten along great and are able to talk about anything. We’ve particularly found a common thread when talking about our fucked-up love lives.

I hope the kiss didn’t put an end to that.

“Max?”

“Yes,” I answer, hesitating, not ready for the brush off. We can’t work together. We can’t be friends after last night.

“About last night. It doesn’t have to change anything between us. Unless you want to talk about it.”

Explaining my conflicted feelings before 9:00 am? Yeah, I’m good on that. If Kam wants to move on, then so can I. At least, I think I can.

No, I have to move on for the sake of our careers and friendship. “Nah, I’m good if you are,” I say.

“I don’t want to talk about it either, and we’re definitely good,” she says, sitting up in bed and facing towards me on the sofa.

Her just-woken-up stretch is cute, and I’ve only seen it a handful of times, but I wish I was here to see it every morning. I’m not that type of man normally, and I’d hate to go there with Kamaya and mess it up.