Old friends

Last Thursday I was heading out to PB to meet a couple girlfriends for happy hour and since I was going to be in the neighborhood I figured I'd give my friend a call and see if I could either stop by and pick up my roadside emergency kit or if he'd like to join us. He said he had to finish up some stuff at work but he'd like to come out and join us. I'm so glad he made it out, we talked and talked and talked some more, and when we left the bar we sat in my car and talked a little more. Through the course of the conversation I found out he had broken up with his girlfriend about three weeks prior. This stirred emotions. Still, unsure of what this is I kept my cool and gave him a big hug at the end of our talk and sent him on his way. We discussed that we would go watch some football together on the following Sunday. He asked if he could call me on Saturday, "Yes" I replied, what a silly question!
Saturday afternoon rolled around and he called as promised. We made arrangements for Sunday, agreeing to meet at his house and then ride bikes over to the PB Shore Club. He proceeded to ask what I was doing that night. I told him I needed to start getting my house in order, get a Christmas tree, and start decorating. He said that if I got a "wild hair" and wanted to join him and his friends out that I was more than welcome. This invitation and phone call made me giddy. I was so happy he called, so happy that I'd get to see him again. As the evening went on and I got more wrapped up in my cleaning, I figured I'd call him to let him know that I wouldn't be making it out. He was full of temptation though. He tried his hardest to get me to come out, but as time ticked on I decided it best for me to stay in.
Sunday morning we met up, rode bikes, and watched football as planned. He looked great. And again, it was nice to see him. As the day went on, we got closer. As in sitting next to each other, more knee pats and elbows touching kinda stuff. Mild flirtations, but nonetheless, still flirtation. We changed venues about a quarter into our second game. When the Chargers had a comfortable enough lead I suggested we watch a different game, so we separated from his buddies who had joined us later and went off to find a table. There we sat, more flirting, more smiles, more touching. At one point he was holding my hand to warm me up, but then we didn't let go. It sounds funny to say now. But then we started to talk about how things ended before. How comfortable this seemed, How he has always liked me, and I him. It was nice. It's making me smile a day later just thinking about it. But, I was running out of time. I had to come back home still and get stuff together for a Christmas party at a friends house. I said I didn't want to leave, he said he didn't want me to leave, but we left anyways. When we got back to his house and put the bikes away we hugged. A big, long, squeeze the life outta ya hug, it felt so good! He nestled his face in my neck, and I did the same to his, this was it, now or never, I kissed his neck, he pulled back to look at me, I asked if that was okay, already knowing the answer and he said yes, that he was going to go for it if I didn't and then we kissed. A nice kiss. Long enough, but not too long. I pulled back with a grin on my face and we pulled out of our hug, I said I should go, and he said "Come'ere darlin'" and gave me another big hug. Then, I finally left. I feel like I've stepped into a time machine and gone back two years, he's all I can think about.
I have issues though. He just broke up with his girlfriend a few weeks ago, I really do not want to be his rebound. I deserve better than that, he knows it too, he better anyways! I don't know if I should talk to him about it all, I think that's my best bet. I'd like to date him again, to see what may happen. After all these years of knowing him it still feels like unfinished business. At any rate, I can't wait to see him again, I don't know when that will be, but I'm hoping soon.