One Way or Another

I woke up on Christmas’ Eve to the amazing smell of coffee. Looking beside me, and finding an empty spot, I instantly knew who was getting started on breakfast.

I descended down the stairs in my nightgown, barefooted. Despite it being cold out, inside the house it was nice and warm and it did help that most of the floor was covered with rugs.

“Morning beautiful”

I was almost blinded by the intense light coming from the opened kitchen window. Covering my face with my hands, I slid aside in an attempt to avoid the blinding light. I bump into someone, quickly wrapping my arms around him. The scent could belong only to one person.

“Morning sunshine” I greeted twitching my eyes.

“Oh, yeah. That shit’s bright, isn’t it. Frank man, mind closing the window?”

“Hmhmm”

In just seconds the whole room seemed to darken and I reopened my eyes. I focused them on the beautiful man I was holding on to. Right there and then I knew this is what I wanted. I knew I had made the right choices, the right mistakes.
His hand did it’s daily morning greeting on my tummy. His warm hand made me close my eyes, as I enjoy the weird pleasure it brought to me as it traced nice and calming patterns on my pale skin.

I opened my eyes when he stopped and pulled his hand away.

“I think we should you get you something to eat.” he smiled at me, caressing my face with his still warm hands.

I nodded as he lead the way over to the island counter. He sat next to me, to my right, and soon Frank joined us seating at my left.

I finished my scrambled eggs in no time, I’m guessing I was more hungry these days due to my advancing pregnancy.

“Wow, you are hungry. Aren’t you?”

I blushed but slowly nodded.
I didn’t enjoy being hungry all the time. I guess it’s just not the baby the makes your stomach grow, it’s all the food you eat during those 8 months too.

“I’ll make you some more” he took the plate from in front of me, and stood up. I grabbed his sleeve trying to get his attention.

“Thanks” I pecked him on the lips, as he then made his way over to the fridge.

I picked up my cup of coffee to finish it’s remains, when I felt a hand on my bare thigh.
I choked on the warm liquid making it’s way down my throat.
The hand was quickly removed as I recovered myself.

“You ok??” I heard Gee asked from the other side of the kitchen.

“Yeah. I just, drank to quick I guess.”

He nodded and continued with his cooking.
Frank excused himself beside me, and left the room.

This is not suppose to be happening. He’s not suppose to have feelings for me. I…I didn’t lead him on that much, did I?

Ok, well…maybe kissing him wasn’t the brightest idea ever. But, still. I had told him, we could only be friends several times and he knows how much I love Gee. I tell him all the time.
I just hope he would forget about all of this. About everything that happened between us. I don’t want to have to go through all the shit I went with Mikey again.
I would just have to from now on, ignore him.
Not in a mean way, just ignore his feelings. And tell him I don’t feel the same way.

Do I?