There’s a clatter from the kitchen, and I guess that means she’s awake. The gym or work might not get me moving, but she sure can. I climb out of bed and jump into the shower. The hot water washes over my body, and I take my time massaging my scalp, trying to get rid of the headache that seems to have taken up residency behind my eyes these days, but it’s no use.
Grabbing my towel, I shut off the shower, climb out, and dry off.
“Morning, roomie,” I say, walking out of my bedroom, drying my hair.
“Morning,” she says, looking over her shoulder. Her eyes dart down my abs to the towel hung around my waist then move quickly back up my body. “Geez, do you ever wear clothes?”
“To be fair, my clothes are in the laundry room, and I was just coming to get them. I also didn’t know you’d be out here.” I put my hands up in defense.
She flips around, leans against the counter top, and sips her iced coffee, studying me. She’s wearing the same green silk pajamas from the first night she moved in, and her hair is pulled up on top of her head in a messy bun. She looks fucking stunning, and my dick begins to harden.
Now is not the time. Pretend you’re in an ice bath. A really cold ice bath.
Dolly weaves in and out between my legs, almost tripping me.
“Woah there, girl. We don’t need to be giving your mama a show.”
She purrs against me.
“I think she likes you,” Wren says, giggling.
“Well, I’m very likable.” I smirk.
“Verdict is still out on that one,” she teases, taking another sip of her coffee.
“What flavor did you go with this morning?”
“The mix you suggested yesterday. It’s delicious.” She smiles and my dick strains again. “Are you working today?”
Ice baths. Being naked in the snow. Jumping into a frozen lake.
“Yeah, I’m gonna try to finish early though. You?”
“Yeah, but I’m getting off around three.” Her eyes dart down my body again, and she bites her lip. With one fucking look, I’m hard as a rock under my towel.Shit.
“I should get dressed,” I spit out a little panicked. Moving past her, I quickly try to cover my crotch with the other towel and walk into the laundry room to grab my clothes. Luckily, they’re easy to find, and I briskly make it back to my room, clothes in hand, before she realizes I’m hard.
I get dressed, all the while trying to will my cock to calm the fuck down, but thinking of cold things isn’t working, so I switch my train of thought.
Wren is my friend. She is my friend. She is my fucking friend.
“You okay?” she asks from right outside my door. “You kinda just acted like you were on fire.”
“Oh, yeah, just getting dressed. We haven’t really gotten to hang out. You want to do something tonight?”
“I’m going to see my brother,” she says. “It’s my parents’ anniversary, so I promised I’d go hang out with him. Plus, aren’t roomie nights on Wednesdays?”
I open the door and lean against the frame.
“Roomie nights can be any night we want them to be.” I walk past her and into the kitchen. “I was planning on leaving the office early. Mind if I tag along? I’d love to meet him.”
“You want to meet my brother?”
“Yeah, I’ll even bring my Tanlee comic.”
She rocks back and forth on her heels, sipping her coffee.
“We're just going to be watching movies. I don’t want to bore you.”
