Twenty days later

 

 

 
 

Twenty one days later.

 

 

 

 

 

I am embroiled in a gay soap opera, with my 2 closest Port Douglas friends splitting up ager 7 years together.

 

They work together as well running a small hotel here in Port.

 

 

 

I’ll call them JP and N

 

 

 

JP called their gay waiter, asked him to spend the night with him, no sex only affection (which as us girls know it sooooo much worse).

 

 

 

Gay waiter called N and told him.

 

JP and N had massive argument, gay waiter professes undying love for N, JP & N break up and N and gay waiter hook up. All within 5 days..

 

 

 

JP is spotted driving up and down the street, stalking N and gay waiter.

 

Following them into bars and sending gay waiter threatening texts.

 

 

 

N has resigned from his work, JP is trying to get me to come in as head chef ( erm….. no)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

More

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday farewell drinks for my beloved Karlee.

 

Sitting in a booth next to another of my chefs, (B) In a group of 8 people , plus floaters…

 

 

 

Happy tipsy.

 

 

 

Have my back to B, watching Karaoke going on, Sorta leaning back, talking to B over my shoulder when I realise his thumb is stroking my shoulder. Slowly back and forth, I can’t concentrate about anything but his thumb on my shoulder.

 

Hours pass, he drives Karlee and I home. ( he doesn’t drink) He takes Karlee home first even though he has to double back to drop me off at my place.

 

 

 

He drives into my driveway, grabs my hand we talk, we kiss, we talk about that its wrong for us to kiss, being that I am technically his boss.

 

And I have issues with people in close proximity working together having a relationship as well.

 

 

 

But we kiss, for 3 hours in his car; he holds my face, under my chin, his rough hands softy stroking my cheek. He holds my hand to his chest, he kisses me so softly, lingering, hardy any tongue, just soft, slow, our foreheads pressed together.

 

 

 

He leaves…

 

 

 

We talk the next day in the office, he takes my hand under the desk.

 

 

 

He comes over last night, we talk, we kiss, he cuddlesme on the couch.

 

We make out again, he doesn’t touch my skin under my clothes, we just kiss, his hands on me, but through the whole night, 4 hours, he touches just one inch of my skin when my top rides up, just one inch.

 

 

 

He’s restrained, but good restrained, he’s so gentle. So sweet.

 

 

 

It makes my skin crawl wanting to be touched.

 

I tell him he’s restrained, I tell him I want him to throw me on the floor and rip my top off, he laughs, he says “ oh believe me I want to” but he doesn’t change anything.

 

Just keeps pulling me in to kiss. With his hand on the back on my neck, And stroking that one inch of hip that’s bared over my jeans.

 

 

 

He leaves, we make plans again for tonight, talk about work, he pulls me in by my hips and holds my there to kiss me.

 

Keeps calling me back once he’s in the car, to kiss again, and again, always slow, always lingering.

 

 

 

 

 

I watch him until he leaves.

 

I’m in 2 minds…. Its not right for us to do this. But technically, how wrong is it?

 

 

Kip