Pizza and Hugs <3 [Cypher's Tales]

We call a cab, and I am so nervous to actually go back to the hotel but Owen surprises me by asking the driver where the best place to eat around here is. I am so happy that we are going to eat but I am also incredibly hesitant to have a full stomach if he does make a move. We find a local pizza place and I give in. I only have one slice, which Owen teases me about but I feel so much better, and the Advil has finally kicked in, but I think I'm going to end up with a bruise on my cheek tomorrow.

“I’m sorry you got beat up at the concert, I feel horrible for bringing you here just to get beat up,” he says as we lean against a large tree out front of the pizza place.

I laugh. “Owen, I’d gladly get beat up to see those guys live. Also… tonight has been really fun. Izzy is so lucky to have a guy like you,” I say trying to sound innocent.

Owen just chuckles and smiles widely, “Ahh, she is pretty lucky, right? I am just that good, no wonder you told that guy I was your boyfriend,” he says jokingly with a grin and bumps my side with his elbow.

“Shut up!” I feign annoyance and shoulder barge him back, but it barely moves him at all. “You wish you had a girlfriend like me; your wife didn’t even want to come with you to a once in a lifetime concert, you can’t be that amazing,” I tease.

“Ouch! That was cruel.” he chuckles.

“You know I am only teasing you,” I chuckle and turn to face him. I slide my hands around his waist, inside his open jacket and cuddle close to him.

He is so warm, and I press my cheek into his hard chest, he doesn’t stop me.

“You are an amazing guy. But Izzy was crazy for this one, I got you all to myself tonight, I’ve had so much fun.”

He doesn't say anything, but he doesn’t stop me from hugging him either. When I think I’ve been holding him for a little too long, but before I can pull away, his arms come around the back of my shoulders and he holds me there. We stand there, out front of the pizza shop for almost 5 minutes hugging each other.

“I think Izzy would actually be pretty upset if she saw me hugging you like this,” I say into his chest quietly.

“Yeah… she probably would,” he agrees but neither of us move.

“Too bad, I’m cold and you are toasty warm. Should have come with you if she wanted this,” I say indifferently.

“I guess… she wasn't exactly aware that I’d be spending so much time with such a cute girl, though,” he says casually.

My heart thumps in my chest but I don't move my head from his chest.

“What has she got to be worried about, your wife is fucking sexy, she doesn’t need to be threatened by ‘cute’,” I say, only now noticing how low our voices had become.

“You think so, do you?” he says, seeming curious about it.

“Of course I do, I don’t have to be a lesbian to think she is fucking hot.”

“Mmm, I like cute quite a lot though,” he admits quite straightforwardly.

“Well… I guess I can be your cute, fake girlfriend for the night. As long as you are going to be my hot boyfriend too,” I say, owning the cutesy girl that he thinks I am.

“Ohh, you think I’m hot, do you?” he chuckles.

“Ohh, you think I’m cute, do you?” I tease him right back.

“You are cute…” he says.

We pull away from each other reluctantly.

The look between us, in both of our eyes, is dangerously full of desire. I step away from him and the cold air rushes in around me. I feel so guilty for the way I am flirting with my best friend's husband. I know she just wants something even small to happen, but I am finding it do hard not to just tell him to take me back to the hotel and fuck me.

“Are you ready to head back?” he asks, soundly like he might think he has upset me.

“Yeah,” I say, deep in contemplation.