The Night I Got Home Late

It’s been a couple of months since I got out with my friends. After my last breakup, the last thing I wanted was to go out, but my best friend wouldn’t shut up, so here I am.

My mom had been calling me all night, ignoring that I’m twenty-two.

“Controlling boyfriend?” A male’s voice sounds next to me.

I turn to face him. “Excuse me?”

He takes a seat next to me.

“I’ve been watching you all night, checking your phone and ignoring your calls,” he pauses. “I just had to come over and tell you, that your boyfriend must be crazy if he doesn’t trust you. But I must confess, if I were your boyfriend, my problem wouldn’t be trusting you, but the guys that might approach you when you go out.”

I laugh. “Like you?”

He leans forward. “Yes, just like me,” he holds out his hand to me. “I’m Nick, by the way.”

I take his hand in mine, giving him a handshake. “Jenny.”

He holds my hand for longer than needed, caressing my soft skin, and sending shivers down my body.

I look at our hands, biting my lower lip.

Nick leans closer to me until I feel his breath on my neck.

“You shouldn’t do that. It makes me want to bite your lips.”