My mind goes back to the night before and I remember how good it felt when Gabrielle was laying in my lap.

Shit.

I’m grateful I’m sitting behind my desk because I can already feel the blood rushing to my dick at the thoughts running through my mind.

“I missed it, had a ton of work to do.” I turn to my computer trying my best to be as dismissive as possible. I didn’t have time for Isaac’s incessant chatter while I was still on edge about Gabrielle.

“Not that it mattered, we choked in the fourth quarter,” he says. “Oh shit, so I forgot to tell you. You got plans for New Years? This girl I’m seeing is throwing this party at Central. Should be pretty good. Not too rowdy but should be a ton of chicks there,” he says with a smile and even though he’s seeing her, I’m sure he’ll still have his eyes open for other prospects. “Maybe you can meet someone.”

The idea of anything past casual sex is nowhere on my radar. I spend most of my waking hours, and quite a few where I’m not awake, thinking about Gabrielle. Between lusting after her and feeling guilty for lusting after her, she takes up a lot of my thoughts. Where would that leave another woman? I told myself that once this was out of my system I could focus on dating more actively again, but until then I just didn’t see the point. It was a waste of everyone’s time and more than likely I would wind up fucking up some poor girl who couldn’t figure me out.

I could barely figure me out.

“I’m too busy for all that right now,” I tell him. “I’m perfectly happy keeping things very casual.”

He shrugs and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I’m all for that, but I mean even that gets old sometimes, right?” He puts his hand over his eyes. “You know what? Forget I said that. I just got off the phone with my mother who’s ready to have a coronary over the fact that I’m not bringing someone home for Christmas again. I swear my mother fucking acts like my biological clock is ticking.” I laugh because my mother is the same way. I’d had the same very lengthy conversation with her last week over how a nice young man like me hasn’t met someone.

“You know it’s all about grandkids.” I take a sip of the coffee in front of me and roll my eyes at the fact that there’s definitely no espresso in this like I asked. “Sucks that you’re an only child. At least I can share the weight of disappointment with Monica.”

He snaps his fingers. “That’s right, you’ve got two sisters.”