“Okay, I admit, I watched you in the shower this morning, okay?There, I’ve said it, owned up, confessed to being a pervert.But you were the one poking me in the back with your fucking hard-on.”
I wait for him to grin, to acknowledge that he’s made me confess, but he doesn’t.Instead, he just stares at me until he speaks.
“And whose fault was my hard-on?”There’s no joke intended.
“I don’t know.Some dirty dream you were having?Some woman you’ve left behind?Your last lay?How the hell would I know?”
“There’s only one woman who gets me hard, Hayami.”
I want to say, “Lucky her,” but his gaze is so intense, I can almost feel it touching my skin.
One woman.
Was he thinking about this woman whilst I was grinding myself against him?God, I feel so embarrassed—until he takes a step forwards and something clicks.
One woman.
Me?
I’m about to ask, because I can’t stand this pressure.
“You.”
He says it, throws it out into the room like a fucking bomb, and I think my body is going to explode.
Fuck.
I’m lost now.I don’t understand.I thought he just tolerated me.I thought he saw me as a job and nothing more.But no.What he’s saying is that I make him hard, that he must think about me in the way I think about him.And right now, I don’t know what the hell to do with this.
It’s not hearts and roses; it’s not a declaration of any kind of feelings other than carnal lust, a basic reaction that most hot-blooded people have when they find someone attractive.I need to remember this.He’s also been cooped up in this house for days with no sleep and no sexual outlet.Of course I gave him a hard-on this morning.Then the poor guy tried to take care of it, and I thought I’d sit back and watch the show.
“I didn’t know,” I stammer.“I shouldn’t have watched you.And I know that’s why you came and watched me just then, to get even.So, we’re even now.”
“We aren’t,” he says, still no smirk at playing me like this.
“Why not?”I shift my weight from one foot to the other.
“Because you watched me masturbating.I watched you take a shower.That isn’t the same.”
My cheeks heat, and I hope to God he doesn’t see the redness that must be spreading across my face.
“So, Hayami, how are we going to even out the balance?”
Oh my God.
My whole aim for the past six months has been to have sex, to be rid of my virgin status.I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, but now that it’s here, I’ve frozen.
Is that what Fenrir is doing?Offering to solve my little problem?If he is, then all my fucking Christmases have come at once, because I’d sell my soul for this man to kiss me, let alone fuck me.Maybe it’s the reason I can’t move, can’t think, because Iactuallywant this.The other guys were just a means to an end, a way of getting what I needed.But this?This is different.Heis different, and now I feel like a little kid wanting to play with the older, cool kid.
“You want to get yourself off whilst I touch myself, is that it?”I swallow hard, wishing I felt as brave as my words, but this is unknown territory for me.All I have to go on is the smutty books I’ve been reading for the past few years.
Now he smirks, and I want to slap him.This is the part he chooses to laugh at?
“If only it were that simple,” he says at last, and I can’t stand it any longer.
“What, then?What do you want?Are you offering to help me out here, be the one who’s going to take my virginity?Do you want to fuck me?”
He clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth, and my heart sinks when he says, “No, Hayami, I don’t want to fuck you.”
