LOVING BECKY

💕LOVING

BECKY💕

Chapter 1

The long strands of her hair fell to her waist like silky flames as she threw her head back, and I watched, enchanted as her mouth opened wildly, a lilting laughter escaping her luscious lips.

After her mirth had died down, she glared at me, her lips lifted in mock reproach as she brushed strands of her hair away from her face. "Come on, his jokes aren't that bad. And at least he tries." She mused, a smile playing on her lips.

I only rolled my eyes. The guy she was talking about had a horrible sense of humor and his jokes were flat-out not funny, but it seemed Becky was the only one who didn't see it that way.

"Besides," She continued, adding some blush to her cheeks. "His jokes aren't what pulls me to him. It's his face, David. Whenever I'm with him, its like there's only the two of us. Excitement creeps in, butterflies fly inside my tummy and my heart beats so fast."

Whenever I'm with you, Becky, it's like there's only the two of us. Excitement creeps in, butterflies fly inside my belly and my heart beats so fast, I thought, feeling a sharp twinge of pain in my heart.

But of course I couldn't dare to tell her all that. Instead, I said, "This is like the fifth time in five months you're saying the same thing about five different guys."

Hell, I didn't mean to sound so sarcastic, but when would she say the same things about me?

Becky stiffened, turning to look at me, a frown forming on her lips. "Seriously? Are you really going to rub that in my face now, David?"

"Hey sorry, I didn't mean it that way." I apologized, rubbing a hand through my hair, trying to regain some control over my emotions.

I loved talking to my best friend, but in times like this when all she could talk about was how much she liked this guy and how good a kisser this guy was, I wanted to be anywhere but with her.

But I always endured the heart ache, listening as she rumbled on and on about how much she liked this guy or that guy. I was always hopeful whenever her relationships ended because it meant I stood a chance, only to have my heart shattered into pieces whenever she told me she'd met another guy. It was like a never ending cycle.

"I should be going." Becky said, standing up and picking her purse. "How do I look?"

"The usual." I told her, and by 'the usual' I meant gloriously beautiful, her sea blue eyes glimmering.

Adorned in a white tank top topped on a pair of snug denim jeans, she was a woman dressed to seduce. It hurt to the know she hadn't gone through all that effort for me.

"Alright, I hope your night turns out fine." Of course I wished for exactly the opposite.

She kissed me on the cheek before walking off, and I felt desire burn through my scalp as I stared after her. Such an innocent act and it had such an effect on me.