Page 19 of Run, Run, Roommates
I direct Marco to the kitchen, where I had abandoned my slippers under the table when we ran out to the bodega. He drops them at my feet. “And socks?”
“The bottom drawer of my nightstand.”
I pull my feet underneath me to the edge of the couch and inspect my pedicure. I painted them at home, using one of my few splurges—a bottle of nail polish.
I hear the drawer to my nightstand slide open just in time to remember that I keep my hot pink vibrating dildo in my sock drawer. Mortification barrels through me, turning my cheeks hot and making me cringe. Even though Eva assures me most women own one, I’m still not over this hang-up. And that just doubles my embarrassment, because I wish I could be confident and brush it off.
Between the awkward kiss today and this, I feel less like an adult than before. What must Marco think of me?
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Marco returns with a pair of socks and kneels back down at my feet. My face is beet-red, but Marco doesn’t say anything.
He tugs one sock on in silence, and then he’s about to put the second one on but I can’t stand the silence anymore.
“I’m so sorry! I forgot it was in there.”
He pauses briefly but then works the sock over my toes. “You forgot what was in there?”
“Uh.” Oh crap. Have I just put my foot in my mouth? “Nothing.”
The sock is on now, and Marco releases me. I slip my feet into my slippers.
“In the drawer? Did I miss something?” He stands and takes a step toward our bedroom.
“Wait, no, it’s nothing!” I grab his arm.
“No, now I’ve got to go look. I must have missed something.” He tries to pull away from me, so I brace myself on the arm of the couch.
“It’s nothing. Don’t! You can’t invade my privacy!”
“You’re hiding something in there with your socks and your giant pink dildo?”
I’m so surprised—and mortified—I let go of Marco and he collapses against the doorjamb, laughing.
“I don’t—why are you—it’s not giant!” I cover my face with my hands. I really don’t think it’s that big, but I’ve only seen three dicks in my life in person so what do I know?
My roommate straightens. “Relax, I already knew you had it.”
I look up at him. “You did?”
“Yeah. The night you moved in with me I saw you try to sneak it into a box.”
“Oh my god.” I put my face in my hands again.
“I also saw you try to discreetly throw away a few other toys,” Marco admits.
“Well I couldn’t fit everything in the boxes we had,” I explain.
“I know,” Marco says, sobering. But then he teases me again. “Sorry you had to make sacrifices.”
I toss a throw pillow at him. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be,” he says. “I would think it was weirder if you didn’t have a toy, to be honest. And I’ve got my own collection, too, so nothing to be embarrassed about.”
That mollifies me—but also has me wondering what toys Marco has. I’m not even sure what the options are for guys, but I will definitely be doing some googling later.
