Chapter 2
Jon's POV
Jon came home after a 90 minute workout. It was a shitty move leaving his best friend alone at the apartment after she just got there. But she had let him leave, no questions asked. It was a wonder to him every day that there was someone who understood him without words. Sometimes she looked at him and knew what he was thinking. It was scary as hell sometimes.
What they had was nothing sexual, not at that point. He could swear she knew when he had scored the night before. Not that he went out hunting for sex often. Every once in a while though he had to give in to his urges but damn him he felt always guilty talking to Sam the next time.
She wasn't even pretty. Not at first glance, not at second. She was tall, 6ft, slim but with curves, no large breasts, maybe a little more than a handful. He met her when she had still glasses, she had contacts now and her blonde hair was just at chin length. The face was nothing fancy, almost no make up for her, though he bet she would clean up nicely. Her eyes were neither blue, nor green, nor grey. Nothing special there as well. He could walk home with a Bella Twin kinda ring rat every night if he wanted, but these girls meant nothing, just chills when they were too aggressive towards him.
Sam wasn't special on the outside, but on the inside. He felt a connection to her like with no one before. He never was looking for this kind of friendship it just happened. And now she lay in his bed, the first female in it and was peacefully asleep. Her mouth was just a tiny bit open and she looked so cute.
Don't be an idiot Jon, cherish the friendship with her and still your appetite elsewhere, he chided himself. But once the thoughts were there they wouldn't go away. He had to shift uncomfortable and decided that he had tortured himself enough. Beside it was past 5 pm already.
So he approached the bed...
Sorry that was short, but Jon wanted to voice his opinion as well. He will throughout the story at random points.