My Son's Best Friend

Why does my sons friend have to be so strong, big, and incredibly hot? You know the kind the strong sexy lumberjack type. That's exactly what Alex looked like. The first time I met Alex was a late Saturday night. He showed up with my son(Jackson) after they had been out drinking at the club. They come stumbling in the house, being louder than all get out, but trying to be quiet. There was absolutely no way I was going to get any sleep until they finally crashed for the night. My son had a little too much drink and started puking in the kitchen. Alex, being a good friend and respectable guy, tries to help him and ends up almost making himself sick in the process. Paul, another friend, calls out "Dibs on the recliner." By this point, I am up and headed in the direction of the commotion. Jackson is on the floor. Obviously, I am not going to be able to move him. I throw a blanket over him and leave him there...he is old enough to know better, he will pay the price with a beaming hangover in the morning. Paul is already snoring in the recliner. This brings a smile to my face. Next, I find Alex, who is now on the way back in the house after getting some fresh air. Our eyes meet, and there is a spark that hits us both. I am completely caught off guard, and it takes me a moment to gather my thoughts and pick my jaw up off the floor. Alex is gorgeous, and that smile is infectious. He starts to speak to me about Jackson's and his sorry state, I can't concentrate on the words because I am lost in his beautiful stormy blue eyes. No, this isn't cool, I can't be attracted to Alex. He is one of Jackson's best friends and twenty years my junior. Alex continues speaking, and I shake the thoughts from head and manage to catch the last of Alex's statement telling me he is sorry for the mess Jackson made and that they woke me up. I tell Alex not to worry. Grab him a pillow and blanket so he can sleep on the couch. Alex says thanks and asks if he can get my phone number in case they need me once I go back to bed. He says this will be quieter, and that way, he won't wake everyone else in the house up. I am tired and ready to get back to bed and away from the charismatic young man, so I just spout off my number and head down the hall to bed. By morning, I am up and see Jackson has crawled his way to bed sometime in the night. Alex and Paul are still sleeping. Alex is on my couch and Paul in the recliner. Alex peeks up at me and flashes me a brilliant smile while still having that sleepy look on his face. I can not help but smile back and feel my nether regions spring to life. Alex starts to stretch and get up, and holy he'll where did his shirt go! I quickly turn around as heat rises in my cheeks and make myself "busy" in the kitchen. It's been a long time since I have seen a half-naked man. I turn around, and I almost smack right into Alex. He is in my personal space looking at me like I am going to be the best breakfast he has ever had. Alex reaches out to touch my hair and tuck it back behind my ear saying "how are you so pretty in the morning?" Needless to say, his question surprises me. I don't answer him but instead ask him if he would like some coffee. Alex steps back out of my space and takes the coffee, and sits at the table. I grab my coffee and join him. We start talking about everything and anything that comes to mind. Before we know it, an hour is passed, and we hear Paul getting up. Alex reaches across the table and gives my hands a quick squeeze before getting up. The quiet conversation is over, and it's time for Alex and Paul to head home. Alex makes sure to give me a hug with a quick peck on the cheek before he leaves. I hear him say, "Thank you for everything," as he breezes out the door. The smile I am wearing drops from my face, and my heart feels sad at the loss of Alex in the house. Whoa, there, Ava, get a hold of yourself. That line of thought isn't going to be good for anyone. Come on, Alex can only be a friend you have because of your son. Anything else is completely off the table