Page 28 of Lust

Exhaling a mouthful of smoke, she puts her hand out for me to take the cigarette.

“Thanks.” I then inhaled on it. “I’ve been meaning to cut these back.” I looked at the cigarette.

“Why worried it would kill you?” She has this smirk on her face.

“No. More like gone through packs while waiting for you to show up. Fuck else to do while waiting but smoke.” I hand it back to her. “You know how to keep a bloke waiting.”

“You are lucky I crashed here tonight. I’ve been sleeping at the garage. But realized I needed clean clothes and a warm shower. Cold showers at the garage aren’t great no matter how hot it is.”

“Guess I should thank your shower.” I winked at her.

“Speaking of which. I need one.” She threw a mouthful of her beer back and got off the island. “Television remote is on the coffee table.”

I nodded my head and watch her ass sway up the passage and I get caught as she spins around. A smirk on her face because she clearly caught me.

“Was there a point to you ruining my view?” I asked with my own smirk on my face.

“If a bloke comes by named Jeff. Don’t let him in.” she then slowly turns around, and I watch her grip her shirt, ripping it off in front of me and dropping it on the ground. Before stepping into what had to be the bathroom.

Can’t stop myself from walking up the small hallway, seeing the bedroom directly across from the bathroom. The bathroom door was ajar.

“You don’t want a hand in there do you?” I again can’t stop myself. And I take a sip of my beer, before I hear her laugh.

“How did I know you weren’t going to stay away?”

“Cause I’m a male and knowing that this weak door is keeping the view of you naked from me, really hurts.” I say with a smirk on my face, and I hear her laugh again.

I hear the shower turn on and having more respect for her I don’t force the ajar door open. Instead I walk back to the lounge room. Was she worth it, crashing on the couch? I took another sip of my beer. Yeah she was.

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Laying on the couch.I hear for the fifth time tonight, gun fire. As well as sirens and a barking dog. I was in hell and it was noisy.

I was laying on the couch, ditching the blanket, as it was still hot as hell in here. Tomorrow I was buying a fucking air conditioner and Prince would be installing it or me, if I had time.

I heard her bed move again and I had a feeling she was sleeping as much as me. I understood now why she had midnight swims. It was bloody boiling in here.

I heard the floor boards move, glanced to my side, seeing Ivory tip toeing to the kitchen.

“I’m not asleep darling.”

And she froze. Slowly glancing at me. “Did I wake you?”

“Can’t sleep in this heat.” I was honest with her, and her face melted in understanding.

“It’s so fricken hot!” she opened the fridge and grabbed a beer, applying it to her cheek. “I swear it’s got hotter and the sun isn’t even out.”

I nodded my head and sat up, watching her eyes dance over me and I smirked while lighting up a cigarette, she was clearly checking me out. And I encouraged it.

“God what I would do to cool down.” She then cracked open the beer, throwing a mouthful back. I can’t help but notice a blush across her cheeks. From being caught.

“Don’t you usually swim?” I butted the cigarette out. Thinking a swim was a great idea right now.

“Yes but I don’t have the energy. I haven’t been swimming as much. I feel like as soon as my body cools down, I’ll fall asleep.”

“Darling,” and I got up. “I promise not to take my eyes off you and won’t let you drown.”

I watch her debate about it for a few moments before she sighed and nodded her head. But pointed a finger at me. “Promise you won’t let me fall asleep.”

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