Page 66 of Keep Me

“Everything okay?” he asked, and I nodded profusely but took his question as a sign that he hadn’t seen my vibrator.

“Yup, everything is fine.”

“Cool.” He nodded, then pointed to my bathroom. “So did you want to take that shower?”

“Uh.” I looked between Matty and the shower. My mouth went dry. The idea of showering with him after everything was a little forward, considering he was just asking me about my supposed boyfriend.

Then he pointed to my legs, reminding me I was in a partial state of undress.

“For your headache. You said you needed a shower. Go take one, and I’ll wait here.”

Why was my mind always thinking up new ways that Matty and I could have sex? It needed to stop and get a grip.

“Or you could go. I’m sure Lydia and her guy have moved whatever they were doing to her bedroom now.”

“You sure you’re feeling okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“But you look a little paler than usual and your cheeks are really flushed.” Was he taunting me? It kind of felt like it. “I think it’s best I stay here until you’ve at least taken the shower. Don’t want you to have a medical emergency while you’re in there and no one is here to help you out.”

“Umm, okay.” He was giving me no choice, so the best thing I could do was take that shower as quickly as possible. “I’ll, uh, be right out.” I tried to hide the nervousness in my voice, but I was terrible at it. I’d gotten off to thinking about him and had no idea if he knew about it or not, and now I was getting naked in the shower while he sat in my room.

“No problem.”

When I shut the bathroom door, I made sure it was locked and leaned against the wood. What was wrong with me? Matty was driving me crazy, and I had no idea how to fix it without admitting that I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

After turning the water to the coldest setting possible, I stepped into the shower and took the quickest one of my life, unwilling to leave Matty out there long enough to find my vibrator.

Why hadn’t I taken it into the bathroom with me?

“Shit.”

I wrapped the towel around my chest, acutely aware that I’d left all my clothes in my bedroom, which meant I would have to go out there and face Matty in a towel.

What was with my luck today?

I peeked my head through the door, giving Matty a timid smile. “Me again,” I said, almost jokingly, and slipped into the room.Matty’s gaze dropped to the white fluffy towel wrapped around my chest.

“Wow.” His eyes dragged down my body, and he gulped.

Ignoring his comment, I shuffled past him and pointed at my closet, refusing to give him eye contact. The walk felt like an eternity under his glare, but I tried to pretend I wasn’t bothered by it.

“I just forgot my clothes.”

“No problem,” Matty replied. When I got to my dresser, I pulled out a bra and panties before heading to my closet and thumbing through my clothes.

“Is that your dress for the Players’ Ball?”

My hand stopped on a hanger, and I looked over my shoulder to Matty, whose sole attention was on the purple dress with the high slit hanging over my bedroom door.

The Players’ Ball. I’d almost forgotten about that and what a potential mess it could be with Erik and Matty both there. Not only was my attendance mandatory, but I’d have to interview Matty as part of the Marketing packet.

“Uh, yeah. They told me I needed to wear Covey purple but finding a gown that shade is harder than you’d think. I’m not sure the slit’s appropriate.”

“Who gives a fuck? That slit will show off your athletic legs, but I get it, you’ll be by far the hottest woman there. Although, I warn you, it doesn’t matter what you wear, that will always be the case.”

I pursed my lips and turned back to my closet, then pulled out a T-shirt and jeans. I didn’t want him to notice I was blushing. Hearing compliments from Matty would never get old, but I wished I didn’t blush like it was the first time I’d ever heard nice things said about me before.

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