Dramatic, Mushy, Complicated Love

was standing in front of what I guessed was the bathroom door, his arm with the half done, but in no way unattractive tattoo, holding the phone, and he was smiling his sexy smirk at me. One brow raised, and I could hear in my mind his sexy deep voice saying, I know why you want this baby.
“He is hot; I mean, he can make you wet without saying a word or lifting a finger, hot.”
“I know,” I groaned, “he does.”
“And you haven’t banged him yet? That tells me you have some pretty strong feelings for this guy, babe.”
“I do, I really do,” I admitted, “I wanted to take it slow.” I shrugged. “It seemed like a good idea, and now I just want to jump him and ride him like a bucking bronc.” Especially after I went into seductress mode earlier today and surprised him with an office blow job, though I kept that to myself, Prue and I normally told each other everything about ourselves and our boyfriends, but Luca was different.
Talking about him behind his back, divulging our personal business seemed wrong. In the past, Prue was the first one to hear about Matt and what he did or didn’t do to me the day after a date night. Complaining or bragging, Prue and I shared everything and had done since forever, Spring too.
The three of us were thick as thieves, always together, having sleepovers and getting into so much trouble where ever we went. We stood by each other’s side when a boy broke our heart and supported the other no matter what. My friendship with Prue meant the world to me, but my budding relationship with Luca … I wanted to keep that for myself for a little longer before Prue stuck her nosy self into it.
“Smile!” Prue shouted out, surprising me, then rapidly clicked the phone camera had pointed at me.
“Prue, what the hell!” Trying to snatch back my phone from my crazy friend. “Don’t you send—”
“Sent!” Tossing my phone back to me, I quickly looked to see what the photo of me was she’d sent to my boyfriend.
“Oh no! Prue!” The photo was the worst possible image of me, I had a silly dreamy look on my face, which weirdly made me look a little romantic, but the beer beside me and the bartender behind photobombing me was not.
“Prue, why did you send him that one!” Suddenly three tiny bubbles began to dance on the screen.
“What? It’s cute, you look all dreamy and shit.”
“The bartender in the background kind of kills the mood, you twat!” Sweat beaded from my pits, then poured when Luca’s message replaced the bubbles.
Love the photo baby, it’s now my home screen. Not loving the arsehole behind you, I cut him out of the photo. Where are you?
Damn Prue!
As fast as I could, I typed out a reply.
At the pub with Prue. I called her because I needed a hug. I know it’s stupid, but I don’t know what to do with you out of town. After what happened in your office … I just wanted you here with me. Ya know?
The bubbles immediately started dancing again. I was worried he was angry with me, which in itself was new for me. My independence was an essential part of who I am, answering to a man, not my thing, usually—until Luca.
I wish I was too, baby. You fucking blew my mind as well as my cock! I still can’t catch my breath. Be careful Meadow, take a taxi, or get a ride from Spring. If she can’t, then text Ace, please don’t drive if you are drinking. XX
Another message came through directly after, it was Luca sharing Ace’s contact details. His mobile, office and home numbers.
“Wow! He is definitely a keeper,” Prue told me, looking at his replies. “If that were Matt, he would be calling you a drunken hussy after seeing that photo.”
Prue had a point about my last relationship. Matt, when he did care, preferred to control me rather than letting me be myself. Most of the time, I ignored his jealousy, mostly because I didn’t care what he thought.
Luca? It mattered a lot what he thought.
I won’t need to, but thank you for caring. I think I am going to go home now anyway. One beer only has been consumed. I can’t stop thinking about it either. xx
“Wait! You gave him a blow job!” Prue shrieked. “It just computed what Luca messaged you. How come you didn’t tell me!” she accused, with a mock hurt expression.
“Luca is … different,” I admitted sheepishly, “mine. Private.”
My childhood friend narrowed her eyes at me. Her expression not giving away what was going on inside her mind. Prue knew me better than anyone, I knew I could say anything to her and not have her take it the wrong way or be insulted and angry with me. She also knew me well enough to read between the lines and understand what I was trying to say without actually saying the words.
“Alright, Meadow, pay for our one drink each and let’s get out of here. Tonight I am staying at your joint.” Prue downed the last of her beer and slammed the glass down on the bar. “One beer! What is the world coming to?” Huffing and puffing, but the saucy wink at me was relieving. I was in unfamiliar territory, thanks to my feelings for Luca. Prue giving me a break and not busting my chops over it meant I didn’t have to worry about her being pissed, as well as Luca worrying about me drinking and driving. At least he didn’t get all jealous over me being out without him. That kind of behaviour would have pissed me off because one thing I am not is a cheat or a flirt. If I make a decision to be with a guy, then that is exactly what I am, one hundred percent involved.
Wiping my sweaty palms on my