I AM BORED! Like, pulling my hair out, screaming my head off bored. This whole not having a job thing is not for me. Add to that the fact that we are stuck in the apartment 24/7 and I’m going insane! I hate TV, unless I’m watching porn. I really only go online to find information about recipes and food trends. When I’m not working, I’m surfing, hiking, biking, or doing a pick up game of tennis. I love hanging out with people, cooking, and being outside. This shit fucking sucks. I have nothing to occupy my day. I have got to be bugging the hell out of Kent, but he’s been surprisingly chill. I think it’s because of the regular sex. He likes it when I take my frustration out on his ass. Or his mouth. I wake him up in the morning, fuck him at lunch, and rock his world to sleep at night. I think he likes it. That man is a nymphomanic. Weird thing is that he’s been sleeping in my room lately. Like, curling right up with me at night. That wasn’t something that we did

When Cole had his little mini panic attack about his money situation, it was all that I could do to calm him down. I had just wanted to pull him into my arms and make everything better for him. Here lately, that’s what I’ve been wanting to do more than anything: Make Cole as happy as possible. It’s…weird. I mean, we’ve been friends for as long as we’ve been roommates and, yeah, we’ve had a lot of great times together, but I can’t say that I’ve ever felt this need to…protect him, I guess you could say. I’ve never felt this urge to not only keep him physically safe, but to also care for his emotions. It’s a new feeling for me. Ok, well, not exactly new. I’ve felt it before when I thought that Stephen and I were in love. But that’s definitely not happening here. I’m definitely not in love with Cole. Not at all. We’ve made it very clear that this is a friends-with-benefits relationship only. I just really like being around him, always have. He’s funny, charming, witty, se

It takes about 20 minutes for us to get from Zoom’s headquarters to our apartment parking garage. Kent follows me the whole way and he jumps out of his car and is at my door before I’ve even got my seatbelt off. He pulls the door open and bends down, kissing me forcefully. I can’t help the moan that escapes me. It’s so fucking good. The second that I open my mouth to moan, his tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting me. One of his hands fists in my hair while the other grabs my neck, squeezing lightly. When he pulls away, I’m breathless, but he doesn’t let me get my breath back before he’s sucking on my neck, in the spot just under my ear. Just where I like it. “What the hell has gotten into you, Kent?” I ask, though I’m not complaining at all. “I need you. Seeing you looking all sexy in your fucking chef’s coat and skinny jeans, your fucking arms jacked from all the exercising that you’ve been doing. You’re fucking tan and scruffy and God, you’re so fucking hot and I ne

I stare at Kent, confused as hell and unable to understand what it is he is trying to tell me. “What do you mean you’re not my boyfriend? Of course you are.” Kent looks straight into my eyes and there’s something there that I’m not sure how to read. Almost like he’s begging me to understand. Begging me to not push him. But also begging me not to let go. “That wasn’t what we agreed to, Cole. We’re friends with benefits. Fuck buddies. That’s it,” he says to me. I’m shocked. I can’t believe that after nearly a year of just us, nearly of year of waking up beside each other, calling each other pet names, and cuddling on the couch, nearly a year of the best sex of my life, Kent would say that. “Yeah, we started that way, but, I mean, come on, Kent,” I’m looking at him, trying to plead with my eyes that he understand. That he acknowledge what we are to each other. What we’ve built here. “Kent, we’ve been together for a year. I know that you have to have developed feelin

That kiss with Kent had me worked up, but I couldn’t give in. I had to go. I wasn’t lying when I said that I had plans. I absolutely had things to do, but none of it was time sensitive. No plans that couldn’t have been put off for another day. I had some errands to run, things that needed to get done but just hadn’t gotten around to. Dropping off some returns at the post office. Getting my oil changed. Dropping some things off at the dry cleaners. Returning books to the library. Like I said, nothing pressing. But it was what I had planned for the day and I had told Kent that I would be running errands today before anything happened between us. Changing my plans to spend the day with him or even just to fuck him would have been boyfriend behavior. Not fuck buddy behavior. If all he wants me for is sex, then we can do that. But I’m not going to change my plans or my life just for him. I can’t do that. Because then I’ll just be setting myself up for more pain. I know