Whatever? Oh, he sounds like my fucking ex. Now my face is hot, and not from embarrassment.
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Shit, my dick is stiff as a board.
It's why I turned away from him. Because I could feel it getting hard.
If he thinks me standing here naked is weird, he's going to be real pissed when he finds out him seeing me like this is giving me a boner.
I don't know how to get out of this.
I didn't figure he'd even be awake yet. I just planned to come in here and grab a quick snack, then be back in my room in no time, not giving him any trouble today.
Cute as the guy is, his attitude is pissing me off, but something about how much curlier his hair is this morning gets me going.
Gotta stop thinking like that if I'm going to get rid of this raging boner.
I never get like this over guys. Girls, all the time. Guys, occasionally, but not like this. Never this hard.
“You know, you can cut me a break, Scott. I'm just trying to get a bite to eat.”
I glance over my shoulder. He shakes his head, his face twitching.
“Okay.”
“By the way, I noticed the pantry door is coming off the hinges. You guys planning to get it fixed?”
“We’ve talked about it, but we haven’t gotten around to it.”
“Oh, cool. I’ll grab some shit at Home Depot on my way back from the gym. I don’t know if Jordan’s mentioned it, but I’m kind ofhandy. A little handsy, too.”
I wink, expecting some sort of comeback or him to relax even a little, but he stares at me blankly.
“I used to work in construction.” I figure since my sense of humor isn’t working, maybe I can be real with him. “Are you okay with my doing that? I won’t be stepping on your toes or anything?”
“Oh, yeah, yeah. Sorry. I was—You don’t have to do that.”
“It’s the least I can do for you guys for letting me stay here.”
“Thank you,” he says like he’s a goddamned robot.
How can a person live their life this tense and annoyed and weird all the time?
I just want to turn around and tell him to suck my dick.
I need to stop thinking like that, though, if I want this erection to go down, but the only thing I want to go down right now is Scott. On me.
“I’m gonna get back to work,” he says.
I don’t really understand why he’s telling me. He can just go, but he turns and heads back into the main hallway.
I don't know how Jordan puts up with this guy. He's so fucking serious. So annoyed by everything. I'm not even trying to bother him, but it seems like that's the only thing I'm capable of doing right now. I remind myself that this guy will probably cool down when my bro gets back from Belize this weekend.
I scoop what remains of my Froot Loops into my mouth and put the bowl and spoon in the dishwasher because God forbid if I make a mess, too.
I hit the gym and then stop by Home Depot before returning to Jordan’s apartment and fixing the pantry door.
Stuff like that bugs the crap out of me, and I figure, since they’re letting me stay here, it’s the least I can do. Maybe it’ll even make Scott a little less grumpy when he realizes I can be helpful and that I’m not the fucking dickhead he seems to believe I am.
