I’ve just pulled up out the front of Indi’s apartment and I still can’t get over how small it is as I step out of my car and lock it. I can’t help but imagine that when I come back out, the doors and tyres of my much-loved car will all be missing, and my precious baby will have key scratches all over the surface of her bodywork. I cringe and close the door making sure to lock it as best I can. I take the bunch of flowers with me to the front door and knock twice. My heart is racing again, and seeing Indi two days in a row is an addiction I could get high on.

It takes a minute, and as I stand here at Indi’s door waiting for her to answer, I can’t help but wonder where tonight might lead. I try not to get too ahead of myself or bogged down in thoughts about the possibility of making love with Indi. I know thinking like that will only get me into trouble, so I’m trying to push it from my mind.

She finally answers the door in her work uniform. She raises an eyebrow at me and smirks.

“I rang you like ten minutes ago, you didn’t have to come over straight away. I still need to shower,” she says and steps back taking the door with her to let me walk inside.

I smile and hand her the bunch of flowers. She shakes her head but smiles at me.

“Well, I can help you in the shower if you like?” I tease and she slaps me on the chest.

“Behave. And thank you for these, they’re beautiful. And you shouldn’t have.”

“Just thought it was the right thing to do. Plus, you need something to liven up this place,” I say as I notice the paint seems to be peeling off the walls. Her furniture is really quite minimalistic and well, quite frankly boring.

“Thanks,” she says sarcastically as she closes the door behind me and walks with me through the miniscule lounge room and finally into the kitchen.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just you’re such an upbeat and bright kind of woman. I guess I just expected your house to look like you, not dark and…spacious,” I say and she fakes a smile as she pulls a vase down from her kitchen cupboard.

“I know it’s not much, but it is home. I guess I’m used to it now so…” she trails off and I feel an awkward tension filling the room.

“Okay, how ‘bout you go and have your shower while I make myself comfortable, and then we can go from there?” I suggest as she fills the vase with water.

“Sounds great,” she says while turning the tap off using a little too much force. I can see it’s still leaking, as she places the flowers in the vase and then puts it on the kitchen island. “I’ll try not to be too long in the shower. And don’t even think for one minute that you can come and join me, okay?” she says with a slight smirk.

Damn!

“As much as I want to see you naked and wet…wait, I have nothing to add after that. I really want to see you naked and wet,” I tease.

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head walking off toward another room. “Well stiff, you can now go and sit down in the lounge and watch television or something.”

I laugh and turn back toward the lounge room, but the heavy drops of the water dripping from her kitchen tap are screaming at me. As she walks off she slips her cardigan from her shoulders, I turn back toward the sink and shake my head.

How can she live like this? She deserves so much better. She’s worth more than this dump! I look around the small space at the rusted sink and the cupboard doors that don’t close properly and I decide I have to try and make this better for her. I know she won’t let me get her a new place, but the least I can do is fix the one she has. I open the cupboard under the sink hoping to find some tools, but I’m doubtful that I will. After searching through the endless cleaning supplies, I see a little rectangular box at the back so I pull it out placing it on the bench. Opening the lid, I smile when I see some timeworn and rusty tools. Ones that can help me with my plight. I sit myself down on the floor in front of the cupboard door that won’t shut properly. I grab a screwdriver and adjust the hinges. After a bit of a fiddle, the door now closes correctly. I smile and give myself an imaginary pat on the back. I smile again and listen as I hear the shower turn off. I quickly make my way to the sink and using a wrench, I start to fiddle with the taps. I adjust the first tap washer and then the second and it seems to have stopped the leaking, for now.

Hearing Indi singing softly as she dresses while I replace the box of tools back under the sink makes me smile. It was good to have something to keep my mind occupied while trying hard not to think of Indi being completely naked and dripping wet only a few metres away from me. I must admit, I did want to run in there and shower with her a few times, but being here and hopefully improving her living conditions is important to me.

She walks out into the kitchen where I’m leaning against the island and she smiles as she rubs her wet hair with a towel. She doesn’t seem to want to impress me with her choice of outfit as she’s put on some flannelette pyjama bottoms and a plain purple long sleeved top. She actually looks really comfortable, and that in itself makes her look sexy. Her face is free of makeup and her short blonde hair damp with water, still looks like perfection to me.

“Why are you smirking?” she asks while continuing to walk up to me.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I found your tool box under the sink. I fixed the cupboard door and the leaky taps for you,” I say unsure of what her reaction might be.

“You went through my cupboards?” she asks looking a little pissed off.

I tense and frown. “Yeah, but only to look for the tools, I promise.” Her hard glare softens and she giggles as she slaps me on the arm. “I’m only kidding, you big goof. Don’t look so petrified,” she says continuing to rub her hair as she walks over to the previously broken cupboard door. She opens and closes it like she was waiting for it to fall off its hinges or something.

“Wow, you did a superb job.”

“What, you think I don’t know how to fix things? I’m an excellent handyman to have around.”

“I don’t really imagine most rock stars are able to handle tools as well. I thought all you know how to do is play the guitar and sing really well.”

I shake my head and smile. “There’s lots of things I can do other than play guitar and sing. I would like to show you if you’ll let me?” She walks over and wraps her arms around my waist holding onto me tightly. Her wet hair resting against my chest and sending a chill right through my centre. I hold onto her firmly.

“You’re a man of many talents, so it would seem,” she says and looks up at me with her sparkling blue eyes.

“Many, many talents, my sweet Indi.”

She giggles and leans up on her toes. I meet her half way and bring my face down in line with hers.

“Is kissing one of those talents?” she asks and I smirk and nod.

“How ‘bout I show you and you can tell me?” I suggest. She leans up further pressing her lips to mine tenderly. I run my hand up her back and into her hair and hold her to me as I slide my tongue against hers. It feels like the world slips away and it’s just me and Indi standing in her kitchen kissing as we should be. She pulls back and puts her feet flat on the ground. She’s a fair bit shorter than me, but I don’t mind.

“Hmmm, I guess your kissing might be considered a talent. But I wouldn’t get too carried away thinking you’re God’s gift to women or anything,” she teases and I lean down kissing her forehead.

“You, Indi, are a tease.”

She feigns shock and shakes her head. “Me? Never!” Then she smirks and let’s go of me and walks over to her fridge. “Thank you for fixing those things for me. I was thinking something quick and easy for dinner. Pasta okay?” she asks. I nod and move across to her as she pulls the ingredients out and hands them to me. I place them on the island and watch her arse as she bends over in the fridge. I swallow hard trying to stop myself from running forward and grabbing her arse tightly in my hands.

She turns around and smirks. “See something you like there, Caleb?” she asks snapping me back into reality.

“Sorry, just when you’re flashing it in my face like that it’s hard not to want to grab you and…” I pause and shake my head trying to rid myself of the inappropriate thoughts that are racing through my brain.

“Okay, well, how ‘bout you piss off to the lounge room and I’ll make us dinner without you feeling the need to grope me.”

I grab the packet of pasta from her and turn her toward the lounge room. “How about I make us dinner and you watch television after a long day at work and then I can grope you after?” I suggest playfully and she chuckles.

“You? Make dinner?” she asks looking like she actually doubts my skills.

“Indi, I’ve lived on my own for a while now. I know how to cook.”

She purses her lips together trying to stop herself from laughing. “Well, how about we cook together?”

“Okay, but I get to make the sauce,” I reply and she giggles and nods her head.

“Right, where are all your pots and shit?”

“Over there.” She points so I walk over grabbing a frying pan and a pot for the pasta. “Okay, Mr. Chef Extraordinaire, what would you like me to do?”

I look over and smile while placing the pot and pan on the stove then walk over to her, wrapping my hands around her waist and hoisting her up onto the island bench.

“Whoa, Caleb!” she shrieks and giggles as I spread her legs and stand in between them.

“I would like you to watch and learn, my little pixie,” I say and she giggles and wraps her arms around my neck while I lean down and kiss her gently. She wraps her legs around my waist pulling me closer and I smirk against her lips then slowly pull away.

“If it’s just kissing you want, then you better stop grinding against me.”

She fakes a salute. “Yes, sir.”

I lean down kissing her forehead and then walk away to the stove. While I get everything ready, Indi sits on the bench just watching me. Occasionally giggling and making strange noises like she’s impressed with how I’m cooking the food. I add all the spices to the sauce and pull out a teaspoon to taste it and like always it is delicious. “Mmm, yum,” I say as I swallow it down.

Indi chuckles catching my attention and so I dip the spoon back into the sauce and take it over to her. “Taste,” I demand and she raises an eyebrow at me.

“Yes sir,” she replies with another giggle and opens her mouth. I blow on the hot sauce first and she waits for me to do her taste test. I place the spoon gently in her mouth and watch as her supple lips come down around the spoon. I can’t help but wish her lips were around my cock and she was sucking on me like that. Oh God, I shake my head slightly trying to stop my lust-filled thoughts and also to calm my cock down as he’s starting to roar into life. She opens her eyes wide as she swallows and smiles as I take the spoon from her mouth.

“Holy crap,” she whispers. I place the spoon up into my mouth and suck on it, trying to taste her.

“You like?” I ask throwing the spoon over into the sink.

“Caleb, you constantly surprise me,” she says wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me to her. I stand in between her legs as she sits on the island.

“Good surprise?”

“Very good. I had no idea you knew how to cook, and be a handy man. Next thing you’ll be talking to me about politics and first world issues.”

“I have to draw the line somewhere, I can’t be perfect at everything,” I say and she throws her head back and laughs hard, which makes me tingle inside. Seeing Indi like this, happy and energetic is something I crave. She’s so bright and it’s almost like she’s glowing in my presence. She really is one of God’s magnificent creatures.

“I guess so, and anyway I don’t know anything about politics either so it would’ve been a boring and one-sided event anyway,” she says pulling my neck so I lean down. “I can think of something, not so boring for us to do?” she whispers against my lips.

“Oh, and what might that be?”

“Kiss me, Caleb?”

I lean down pressing my lips to hers more forcefully this time while running my hands down her back to take hold of her arse cheeks to pull her up. She wraps her legs around my waist as I drag her from the island and carry her to the wall. I press her back up against it to hold her in place as her tongue assaults mine aggressively. She’s holding onto me so tight, my cock can’t handle the pressure anymore and I start to get hard. I grind my erection into her pussy. Her pyjama pants are only thin, so I’m not surprised when she moans into my mouth as I grind into her a little more. Her hands come into the base of my hair and she grips it firmly making me want her even more. I don’t know if I can stand this whole ‘only kissing’ bullshit if she’s going to let me keep doing this.

Suddenly through frenzied kissing, the timer goes off letting us know the pasta should be cooked. We pull our mouths apart at the sudden noise and look over at the stove and then back to each other. We’re both panting and my heart is racing so hard in my chest. She rests her forehead against mine and smirks.

“Definitely talented in the kissing department,” she whispers and I chuckle.

Slowly she unwraps her legs from around my waist and I lower her carefully to the ground. Her head is in line with my chest as I keep her close to the wall. She bites her bottom lip and looks up at me then down to the bulge in my pants.

“Down boy,” she jokes and then swallows hard and pushes me back. I step backward and she scoots past me and over to the boiling pot on the stove. I take a breath and shake my head.

Running my hand through my hair, I try to rearrange my cock in my pants to relieve the pressure. I walk up behind her as she strains the pasta and wrap my arms around her waist from behind and lean down kissing the top of her head.

“You’re going to cause me so much trouble,” I whisper and lean down biting her ear lobe. She giggles and wriggles out of my grip and walks over to the sauce placing the pasta in gently and stirring.

“I think we’re going to be trouble for each other, Caleb. So let’s just have dinner, yeah?”

Dinner is a good idea, I need a distraction so I can keep my hands off her. Otherwise, I’m going to want to do way more than ‘just kissing.’

We plate out the pasta and walk into the lounge room and take a seat on the uncomfortable lounge suite. I must admit, the sauce is delicious and I can’t help but wish I was the piece of the pasta that Indi is sucking up through her soft, supple lips. I wish I could be holding her right now, but I need to keep a hold of myself instead. Otherwise, this whole friend’s thing is going to be way harder than I first thought and turn to shit.

We eat in silence as we watch some crappy soap opera on the screen. Her television is so small I can hardly see the characters from here. But I’m not concentrating on them anyway, I’m focused on Indi and the pull I feel toward her. She’s like a magnet and I want to be near her. She’s sitting on the lounge suite with her feet pulled up beside her, resting against my thigh. Just having this small connection with her is making me want to throw the food on the table and lean over, taking her here and now on this incredibly uncomfortable thing we are sitting on. But I won’t. I’m going to be the ‘friend’ she wants, and if anything is going to happen, it’s only because she wants it too. Which I think she might by the way she keeps glancing sideways at me and smirking. I’m sure she can feel the substantial pull toward me as much as I feel it toward her. And right now the energy pulsing between us is magnetic, and to be honest I don’t know how much more control I have left because I sure want our magnetic poles to collide.