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“I… uh… can I use the bathroom?”
I stood up, edging past her to head to my dresser. I dug out a t-shirt, and offered it to her.
“If you want something to wear in bed.”
She took it, and then stared at me.
“You’ll… you’ll be in the bed too?”
I tried a grin. “Well, itismy bed.”
She paused for a moment, and then offered me a tiny nod, and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard her lock the door the instant it was closed. Damn woman was closing herself off from me. Earlier it had felt like we were connecting, or some shit, but now she was acting all prissy again. I grabbed a glass of water, and set it by the bed on the side I don’t sleep in, and then I turned off the lights, except the one by the bed. I quickly stripped off, leaving my boxers on, and sat on the bed to wait for her.
When she appeared, looking a little sheepish, but sexy as fuck in just my t-shirt, those shapely legs drew my eyes almost instantly.
“Uh… I hope it’s okay, but I handwashed my underwear for the morning.” She blushed as I glanced past her to see a skimpy lacy thing hanging over the sink. Jesus Christ. Who woke my dick up?
It hadn’t been working right for a long time. First the drugs had messed with me being able to get it up, and then my newly clean self was having issues. I didn’t expect it to suddenly feel like a fucking iron rod in my underwear. It was the fact that she was naked under that damn thing. Nothing covering up that pussy of hers. Fuck me. She hadn’t even noticed my boner yet. She was too busy staring at my chest. Ah… the tattoo. The one that women always fucking focused on.
“Uh… I feel a bit… I have no underwear, Ice.” Yeah, believe me, my fucking body got the memo. Her point finally permeated my brain though. She felt uneasy about being naked. Exposed. Vulnerable, even. I got up and headed back to my dresser, digging out a clean pair of boxers.
“These any good?” She let out a big sigh.
“God yes, thank you. I mean, it’s weird to wear your boxers, but… safer… I… I don’t mean that you’d… I just mean, it’s a strange place, and I barely know you, and you’re gonna be… there…”
“Lissa, if it bothers you, I’ll sleep on my sofa.” Fuck no. I really didn’t want that. We both looked at the pathetic two seater sofa across the room. I’d have to sleep sitting up. Why the fuck did I just suggest that? Because it was the right thing to do? Yeah, and I’m a fucking idiot.
She shook her head.
“That won’t be good for your shoulder, Ice.” Thank god.
“Make yourself comfortable. I put some water by the bed in case you need it. I’ll just use the bathroom, and I’ll be back out.” I watched her approach the bed, boxers in hand, and then I forced myself to go into the bathroom and stop staring at her.
She was going to be in my fucking bed, and no matter how I’d tried to hide it, I had a boner that wouldn’t quit, and I really didn’t want to be wanking off in my bathroom, when she might hear me. Jesus. Well, I could amuse myself by peeing on the ceiling, or I could try and distract myself enough to get rid of this hard-on first.
Lissa
Seeinghiminjusthis boxers was so fucking hot. He might have been on a destructive path, but his body was firm, and muscled, and sexy, and more than that? His ass was incredibly pert, and my hands itched to grip it, preferably while he was fucking me. But… he wanted me to tell him what I wanted, and I didn’t have the courage, or… maybe that wasn’t exactly true, but I was too embarrassed to say the words. I was too shy. Shy was the right word.
Did I come across as confident in my professional life? Of course, but did that mean I was a confident person socially? Or personally? Nope. I felt like an emotionally-stunted moron, who instantly said the wrong thing at crucial times, and I really didn’t want to make such a mistake with Ice.
He had been in the bathroom a while, which made me wonder if he was okay in there, or if his shoulder was bad again. I almost called out to ask, but then I had this awful thought that he might be doing something else in there, and I really didn’t want to think about that anymore. So instead, I pictured his bare chest, the firm stomach, and that tattoo. I wanted to see it again, but closer. I wanted to take note of every detail. It was beautiful, and distracting. Haunting, in many ways.
“You’re still awake.” Ice switched off the bathroom light, and made his way to the bed, taking the side I assumed was his, since he’d placed a glass of water for me on the right side.
“Yeah.” Lame answer for the win. I really should have been more prepared for his reappearance.
He lifted the light sheet back and eased himself carefully into the bed.
“Is your shoulder hurting again?”
His frown was followed by a grin.
“No, babe. I was just wondering how comfortable you are with me being in bed beside you. I mean, we’re both almost naked, and you know…”
He slid down in the bed, until he was on his back, then he rolled onto his side, tucking his good arm under his head.
“Is this okay?”
