Chapter Fourteen – Just friends
After kissing Juliet it had been a little tense in their house. She had made it clear it was a mistake, and he supposed it was.
They hadn't talked about it, just tried to go back to normal. The flirting stopped, and they avoided touching. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. It wasn't her fault he couldn't keep his hands to himself.
It was tense, he was so careful to not upset her. He couldn't bear the thought of her leaving, though he would never admit that out loud.
He knew she didn't think of him in that way, and she was well out of his league but he just couldn't stop thinking about kissing her.
She must have noticed the staring, he couldn't help himself watching her. It made him watch her more because he was worried she had noticed and would want to leave.
It was a relief when it didn't feel so awkward, and after that the flirting did start up again. Back to the way it was. But so different.
Now when she put her feet in his lap while reading he couldn't help but look at her legs and his mind would start to wander.
When she ruffled his hair in the morning he felt the urge to grab that hand and pull her into his lap.
Seeing her first thing in the morning, half asleep with messy hair and in one of his shirts was no longer funny, it was a turn on.
He did not like any male who spoke to her, he could see the way they looked at her. A strange feeling twisted in his stomach at the thought of these men touching her.
Surely this was a phase he was going through? He would get over it, it was just a kiss, he didn't want to loose her. What would happen if the others came back? He supposed it didn't matter anyway because a woman like her wouldn't look twice at a scumbag like him.
He chalked the kiss down to the alcohol, their closeness and his horniness. But it had been a damn good kiss. He tried to convince himself that if he slept with someone else he would stop thinking about her. But the women around just didn't do it for him like she did.
He needed to get over this.
After all they were just friends. . . .
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After she had kissed him it had been really awkward around the house.
She didn't feel the need to bring it up, there was really no need for that difficult conversation. They stopped flirting, and she could tell he avoided touching her. He probably didn't want to give her the wrong idea or lead her on. It wasn't his fault she had thrown herself at him.
She kept herself in check around him. After all she did not want him to think she was some clingy emotional woman. The last thing she wanted was for him to move out.
She knew a guy like him wouldn't look twice at her, and he was still waiting for the wonderful all-singing all-dancing Kate to return. But she still could not stop thinking about kissing him, the thought made her weak at the knees.
He kept throwing strange glances her way, did he think she was going to pounce on him? He looked scared, she wasn't that bad was she?
She was so relieved when things started to return to normal. She had missed the witty banter, even the rude remarks. It was the same, but so different.
When he told her to get to the bedroom and wait for him she bit her lip as her mind ran away with her.
Now when he brushed against her in a door way she felt something stir low in her stomach.
Seeing him dirty and sweaty from work or the garden made her want to jump up and wrap her legs around him.
She could see the way the women around the barracks made eyes at him, and touched him whenever they could. It made her mad, they needed to stop making fools of themselves.
This was just a crush she had to get over. Simply lust. Her body was telling her she needed to get some. James was the easiest target as she saw him all the time, and it defiantly helped that he was a fine specimen of a human male. The alcohol fuelled kiss just added to the fantasy.
Even if he was interested, which he obviously wasn't, she would end up getting hurt. Why would a guy like that stay around her? Even her husband hadn't wanted to stay around her.
The kiss had come about because she was missing human affection, the large amount of alcohol had just fuelled the flame. The kiss was knee tremblingly good. She started to look a little closer at the guys who were around her, sizing them up, seeing who might be nice to date. Maybe a good date, or maybe more, might get her over this. The she could get her best friend back and it wouldn't be so weird. The men just didn't do it for her, they were pleasant but there was always something she didn't like.
She needed to move on from this.
After all they were just friends . . . .