Sonny lay on his couch replaying the events of the evening, the first thought that comes to his mind isn't glad they avoided such a close call, it was they almost kissed.
What would have happened if the bartender didn't interrupt them?
Would he be lying on his sofa alone or would he have Davis wrapped in his arms? Wait, did he just think about Davis being wrapped in his arms? "Awe man, I can't think about my best friend that way."
As Sonny lay there trying to sleep, he was unable to stop thinking about the conversation with Davis. "Female and breathing." "Does she really think that is all I look for in a woman."
"Ha well at least she knows she can keep with with me. And my god she is a rare woman." Sonny continued to think about his beautiful best friend.
Before he knew it he was thinking about what she looked like under that uniform, sure she looked great in workout clothes, but what did Davis in all of her glory look like?
What would she let him do to her? Even better, what kind of things would she do to him.
How would her lips feel on his?
What does her skin feel like?
What noises does she make, he always enjoyed a woman that moaned loudly.
Would he be able to handle her?
The last thoughts on Sonny's mind before drifting off to sleep were "is right my hand woman becoming more than a best friend?"
and "this could defiantly be fun, but it could also be a lot of trouble."
After going home alone and confused Davis flopped on her bed.
Would she have kissed him if the bartender hadn't interrupted?
Would it have gone beyond a kiss?
Does she even have feelings for Sonny, sure he has an amazing body and that southern boy accent. "Hold up, did I just admit I find Sonny attractive? No I can't, we don't do that."
The more Davis thought about the evening and the sweet funny Sonny she spent it with, the more confused she became.
"Why did he have to wear a shirt that not only showed off his huge muscular arms, but was open with a thin under shirt giving me a great view of his well sculpted chest. Oh and that cowboy hat, why do I like it so much?"
Davis couldn't help but wonder what kind of lover Sonny would be. He clearly had plenty of practice. Would he treat her like all of his one night stands or would she be different?
Would he spend extra time pleasing her?
Making sure all of her needs and wants were taken care of?
"Oh god what would his hands fell like running all over my body?"
The more Davis thought about it the angrier she became at the bartender for ruining their potential evening.
They both knew this was wrong. They both knew they shouldn't. They both couldn't stop wondering what it would be like.