Page 11 of The Boy Next Door
“Oh my God... No wonder you don’t ever date. You lack all refinement.”
Another laugh, then he flushes the toilet and leaves the room.
When I come out, he’s in his room with Royal Blood blaring from his iHome while he does pushups. I walk over and turn the volume down.
“Sixty-two...sixty-three...” he keeps bobbing up and down, his tattoo-covered muscles rippling and popping. A heat blooms between my legs and I quickly divert my attention to the floor.
“Can you take me back home?”
“Sixty-four....sixty-five...”
He knows I hate it when he doesn’t answer me, so I walk over and sit on his back. He manages three more pushups before he collapses on the floor.
“Fuck’s sake, Em.”
“You really should work on your stamina.” I push off his back and pick up one of the T-shirts scattered on his floor on my way to the door. Smiling, I toss it at him. “Home please.”
