Slowly, hesitantly, she leans over and kisses your cheek. "Thanks Cam. You always know what to say to make me feel better." No problem." You smile at ...er and watch her retreat to the bathroom. The feeling of her lips on your cheek is still lingering in your mind. She has kissed your cheek and forehead before in a friendly way, but something about the way she lingered a bit before she did it intrigues you.You hear the water start running in the bathroom for a while, then it shuts off. There is. Then, her cell phone comes alive with some punk ass song.I let go of my cock and pick up my phone, check the number Matt Devine. A number of my acquaintances know I've come into a lot of money—or rather they sense I have—and they hang around hoping I'll pick up the bar tap, the lunch check. They know I've got a lot of soft touch available to tag, so they hang around hoping for some spin off tits, tongue and tail. Not Matt. Matt is good for two things, making money and finding pussy. We. Either it’s stilted or it’s incomprehensible to anyone but me.’ ‘I know,’ she said, ‘there are some things you can’t say and be understood.’ What I wanted to say was I love you, I want to fuck you, I want us to go to glory together in one gigantic burst of light, I want to pick you up and carry you to Heaven where you belong. But, though that would be easy to understand, it would also be a top-fuel Class A conversation-stopper. So I said, ‘Can I get you another cup of coffee?’ I was prepared to. ‘Okay, thanks,’ she said. Then she was silent again. Alex ran his hand through his raven colored hair, frustrated by her iciness. Well, can you really blame her? he chided himself. It’s not like you’ve been Prince Charming. Resigning himself to the cold shoulder, he sat back in the seat and sighed. * Holly was hobbling up the stairs to her fifth floor apartment, cursing her luck that the elevator was now undergoing maintenance. Alex was behind her, ready to help her if she needed it, but she.