Friends

"Becka, you seem like a wonderful woman any man would have the privilege to call his own but honestly, I feel like I'm not in the right mindset to start dating again so soon. It would be a disservice to you, you would deserve the best of me and I wouldn't be able to to offer that." I hold her close, glad she couldn't see the tear forming due to me being so emotional on such a fresh subject. I quickly wipe eye, just in time for her to look at me. "Hank, I totally understand that. It makes me want you even more and I'm willing to wait for a guy like you. Though, in the meantime, I could help you with those emotions. Sarah told me you don't have a lot of friends, I would be willing to offer a shoulder to cry on and a chest to cuddle into when you get lonely..." I chuckle, my eyes growing wide, "Is that so?" The song ends and Sarah comes stumbling over to us, "Guys, this place is starting to get lame. I think we should continue the party back at my place." I hook one of her arms over my shoulder, mostly carrying her off the dancefloor as the bouncer gives me a stern look. "The only party your going to is bed, my dear madam." I chuckle as I lead us out the door over to her truck. Becka opens the back and I pick her up, sliding her into the backseat. Tucking her feet in, I gently close the door so not to catch a foot in the door. I then open up the front passenger door, offering a hand out to Becka. "Madam, your carriage awaits..." She just responds with a chuckle as she grasp my hand and climbs in. I close the door behind her and go around the truck, climbing in and starting the truck after fishing the keys out of Sarah's pocket.