Tim and I had been friends for years, the friends that have that underlying want to rip each other’s clothes off. Mostly because we’d got to, years ago. But life had got in the way, and we went our separate directions. So it was time.
We had recently really started talking again, when that tension started building. We helped each other through life and all it’s problems, while also beginning to flirt a little more each time we talked. A little here, a lot there. Never crossing that line though. Until one day.
I met Tim at his office for lunch, I needed to talk to someone and just vent. Tim was there, just like always, ready to lend an ear and a hug. This is what I loved about him. No matter what, he would drop what he was doing to listen and help out. The only problem was, that smirk. That dimple, and that look he gave me when he listened to me. I just wanted to jump on him every time I saw it!
I digress… I got all my shit off my chest and left.