“I think I’ll join you guys,” I say. I need something to distract my mind from Tyler. “I’ll be down in a few.”
Dad heads down the stairs. “Alex will be down. Not sure about Tyler yet,” I hear him say to Lydia. “He’s still working on that paper.”
“That’s too bad,” Lydia replies.
I turn back to Tyler only to catch him staring at me. The moment our eyes meet, he refocuses on his laptop and the book beside him. I close his bedroom door, not locking it this time, and head into our bathroom. Stopping at the sink, I turn on the cold water and splash my face.
The ache in my groin is returning again—the same ache I felt earlier—and I don’t understand why. I don’t remember ever feeling this before. Actually. Come to think of it. I have been feeling it for a good week or so now, but not quite as strong as tonight. Then, while kissing Tyler earlier, discovering his scent, my need for release grew out of control. I would have been embarrassed by my lack of restraint had Ty not been just as desperate as I was.
I couldn’t quite understand the whole scent thing either. Ty had never smelled so intoxicating before. It was almost as if I couldn’t control myself. Tyler seemed just as needy as I was. Even now, just minutes after fucking him, I feel the need to bury myself in him again, inhaling the strawberry and vanilla scent that I suddenly don’t think I’ll ever have enough of.
After drying my face, I leave through my bedroom to avoid Tyler and hurry down the stairs. Dad’s just starting the movie as Lydia drops down beside him on the couch, so I take the love seat. She passes me one of the two bowls of popcorn in her hand then settles back into my dad’s embrace.
I can’t help but wonder if Ty and I will ever be like that.
