Free Holly's Intuition by Saskia Walker

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    There would have been a way out of it, she reflected, but it was up to Stewart to push it. Stewart, who had stayed on soft drinks in order to drive them al home, hadn’t argued. He was having way too much fun observing the situation.
    “She’s gone to a lot of trouble,” Hol y commented, as she peered around the bedroom that Mrs Dawson had deposited them in, her curiosity baited.
    Mrs Dawson had done her best to set the mood for a romantic night in. The only light came from a smal bedside lamp, but she was adjusting. It was Joshua’s old room and it stil had a lot of his stuff there, including posters for blockbuster action movies and a selection of pin-ups of Madonna in her conical bra period. Mel ow from the good company and the wine, she chuckled at the juxtaposition of big guns and breasts.
    Her attention retuned to Joshua. His eyebrows were drawn together, but he was studying her thoughtful y. His mood was uneasy but nothing like it had been earlier, when his brother had dropped his ‘gay’ bombshel and his parents had launched their shel shock commentary on his uncle’s sexuality and threesomes.
    The whole evening had been bizarre and she half expected Joshua to col apse in a state of nervous exhaustion, but he didn’t. In fact he seemed to be on another plane altogether. Something about having her alone in his teenage bedroom made him think about how it might have been had she walked in, back then. His reaction was flattering to stay the least—he was getting aroused.
    Hol y blushed. “If I’m making you uncomfortable, I could get a taxi home.”
    “No,” he replied, hastily, “you’re not making me uncomfortable at al .” He smiled at her.
    That smile made her melt—always had, always would—and if anything it got to her even more since she’d got to know him better. Was there anything more attractive than a good-looking guy with a hint of vulnerability about him? Hol y gave an inward sigh of appreciation. Right at that moment she wanted to walk around the bed that separated them, take him in her arms and embrace him. Actual y, she wanted to do much more than that, but she focussed on the embrace part instead because it made her feel less of a lusty voyeur with a dirty little secret. She caught her lower lip between her teeth, becoming aware that she was a tad tipsy.
    “I wasn’t expecting the sleeping arrangements,” he said, “but I real y should have guessed.” He scrubbed at his head with his knuckles, a mannerism that made him look cute and bewildered whenever he did it.
    “We’l manage,” Hol y replied. “It’s no big deal, real y. We’l see it through and you can sort the misunderstanding out next week.”
    She found herself gazing at his torso, outlined as it was in a fitted shirt, wondering what he’d look like as he took it off. She pictured him unbuttoning and removing it, wanting to see it, and her legs wavered under her.
    “You shouldn’t have to do this.” He spoke absent-mindedly, and stared across at her again. “I keep tel ing her we’re just good friends.”
    She sensed he was wondering why his mother insisted there was more to it. Was there more to it? His question echoed through her mind. His gaze travel ed over her and Hol y realised he was stil aroused, much as she was. It wasn’t just the reflection on his teenage self that had done that to him. The arousal wasn’t going away.
    The wine had done bad things to them both, apparently.
    How tempting it would be to touch him now , she thought. To run her fingers over his body, to explore that beautiful cock that she had gained so much pleasure from through her secret psychic connection. An image of Joshua sprawling and naked in the bed flashed through her mind, thril ing her. Must stop , she warned herself, because her errant thoughts and desires could lead to a horrible mistake. She would hate to do the wrong thing and risk their friendship. She glanced at the heart-shaped cushion. If they fel into bed