“Who has been putting these ideas in your head?” Chase asked.
“Nothing.” Leah pulled out of their embrace and stared at the television. She wished she’d kept her opinion to herself. “I just wondered what we’re going to do with the future. I mean, you’re one day going to find a woman, and both of you will get married. I wondered where that would leave us.”
She bit her lip, feeling the tears fill her eyes. Glancing down at her lap, she forced the tears back. When they were younger she’d never thought of them going their own separate ways and starting their own families. To her, they would always be together with no fears of what the future would bring. She hated the uncertainty she felt about it all.
“I need to sleep. I’ve got to work early in the morning.” Leah gave them both a smile then disappeared into her own room. She grabbed her towel and robe then made her way down to the bathroom they shared.
Leah removed her clothes and waited for the shower to warm up. She hated feeling this way. Guy was her third date to point out her living arrangements. She made good money being a receptionist for a prestigious law firm. Admittedly it wasn’t what she wanted to do with the rest of her life, but it paid the bills. She’d gotten a degree in business, but with the economic markets the way that they were, she hadn’t been picky when getting a job. Sharing the apartment with Chase and Mitch meant her money went so much further. She was able to afford some of her creature comforts while keeping a decent roof over her head. It all worked together.
What she hadn’t anticipated was the feeling of doom inside her. She’d dated three men in the past month, and all of them had made comments about her living arrangement.
She tested the water to see if it was warm enough before getting into the shower. Leah rinsed her hair, soaping her body as well. She made sure she cleaned off the make-up she’d worn along with the perfume she’d sprayed on.
After washing the date away, she got out to clean her teeth. She’d worry about their time together in the morning. There was plenty of time to panic and make other plans. The thought of no longer being with the two men she loved the most was like a dull ache that refused to go away.
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Chase watched her leave. Her full ass swayed with each step she took. He groaned, feeling his cock thicken and his mouth water for a taste of her ripe flesh. When were his feelings going to go away? Ever since they’d turned sixteen, she’d been a temptation to him. It was wrong; he knew that. Leah was his best friend, along with Mitch, but it was getting harder to deny his feelings. For the past month he’d watched three men enter their apartment waiting to take her out. All three had been lacking in every department, to him.
Leah needed excitement in her life. She needed someone who knew and understood her. He knew the passion inside her that lurked beneath the surface, scared to come out.
“You’re dick is making a tent in your pants,” Mitch said, throwing him a cushion to cover his obvious arousal.
“You can’t tell me you’re not a little pissed at the way she was talking?”
Mitch shrugged his shoulders. The glare on his face contrasted with his carefree nature. Chase knew his friend felt the same way he did about Leah. They’d discussed their feelings for the brown-haired beauty many times.
“We’ve got to be careful with her, Chase. She wants us to be friends.”
“Screw friendship. I’m sick of those fucking jerks that come here giving us the eye because we’re here. I don’t trust half of them with her.”
His friend nodded his head in agreement. “I don’t want to scare her, Chase. I know what you mean. It was hard enough seeing her kiss another guy growing up, let alone loving someone else.”
Chase fisted his hand in the cushion on his lap. He remembered prom night and the way James Cook had wrapped his arms around her. Over the years it had been a constant test of his strength to not kill one of her boyfriends.
“Do you remember Randall?” Mitch asked.
“I remember the cheating scumbag. You know she spent a week crying her eyes out over him. I went over to his building to show him what messing with our girl meant,” Chase said.
“I never knew that. What happened?”
“Another girl had already cottoned on to what he was going and proceeded to hit him with her hand bag. I wished it was my fist, but beggars can’t be choosers.”
They were silent for several moments, watching the football without taking any of it in.
“I love her, Mitch. I can’t keep waiting for her to see us as more than friends.”
His friend agreed. They paused as the bathroom door opened. Leah walked down to her room. Her hair was wet from the shower. The pink fluffy robe she wore covered her glorious curves from their view.