Our Way

by T.L. Swan

He rolls his eyes as he drains his glass. “I’m taking a shower.” He saunters down the hall. My phone dances across the counter. It’s Samuel. I peer down the hall after Nathan. Shit, hurry up and get in the shower. I don’t want you to hear me. “Hello,” I answer. “Eliza, hi. It’s Samuel.” I smile goofily. “Hi.” My voice comes out like a high pitch screech, and I push my thumb into my eye socket. I clear my throat, determined to sound better. I can see down the hall and into my bedroom and I watch as Nathan loosens his tie. I’ll keep an eye on him so I know if he can hear me. “You called me. I’m impressed,” he purrs. “I said I would.” Nathan slides his jacket over his shoulders and begins to unbutton his shirt, I watch on. “How was your day?” Samuel asks. Nathan takes his shirt off, and I watch as every muscle in his back tenses. “It… was good,” I stammer, distracted. My eyes are locked on my best friend. “How was yours?” “It was great after seeing you,” Samuel says. Nathan drops his pants and carefully hangs them on a hanger. I can see every muscle in his thick thighs. “Same.” I frown. Jeez. “Where do you want to go on our first date?”