“Kelsey, baby, maybe we should just get ready for bed.”
I lift up on my elbows and say, “Oh, trying to lure me into the bedroom. I see you, Cane. I see you. Sure, let’s ‘just get ready for bed.’” I use air quotes.
He offers me his hand and I take it as we walk up the stairs. I drag my hand over the black stair rail, enjoying the smooth, polished surface, and I allow him to guide me to his room. But he doesn’t stop at the bed. Instead, he walks me to the sink and helps me with my toothbrush.
“Are you saying I have bad breath?” I ask him.
He shakes his head. “No, babe, this is just routine. And I know how much you like routine.”
I stick my toothbrush in my hand, stare him down, and say, “God, it turns me on that you know that about me.”
“Seems like everything is turning you on right now.”
“Show me your toenails, and I bet I come right here, right now.”
“Wow, that champagne has really done a number on you.”
“I love champagne. Don’t you?”
“Why don’t you just focus on brushing your teeth? I’ll get you a shirt to change into.”
“Don’t bother, I want to sleep naked.”
I see his Adam’s apple bob. “Are you sure? You can wear one of my shirts.”
I shake my head. “Naked, or I scream.”
“Well, we don’t want you screaming—”
“Only when it’s your name, right...Jonah?” I wiggle my eyebrows and he heaves a heavy sigh.
We spend the next few minutes “getting ready for bed” aka, prepping our bodies for the magic that’s about to happen, and when I’m done, I trot into his bedroom to find him standing in his boxer briefs, staring down at his phone.
Wearing nothing but my very own skin, I grip the doorframe and say, “Yoo-hoo, look who’s ready for bed?” I twiddle my fingers at him.
He sets his phone down and turns toward me. I watch as his eyes practically eat me alive.That’s right, take your fill, big boy.I move one foot in front of the other and saunter toward him in this come-hither, sexy way that I know must be driving him absolutely crazy with need.
“Congratulations,” I say when I reach him and put my hands on his chest.
“Congratulations for what?” he asks.
“For growing such a large boner.” I cup his crotch, ready for his rocket, only to come up with... a snail. I glance up at him. “Why are you not hard?”
“Listen, Kelsey, I think we should just go to bed, okay? It’s been a long night and we have a big day tomorrow.”
I take a step back. “No, you’re not—you’re not hard. Do you not find me attractive?”
“Baby, you know that’s not true. You know I fucking love your body. You know I think you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. You know I’m absolutely head over heels attracted to you.”
“But... you’re not hard.” I back away again. “Is it my flirtation? Do you not like it?”
“Kelsey, let’s just get under the covers and go to bed. You’ve had a lot to drink—”
“Oh God, I turned you off.” I back up some more until I run into his dresser, where the shirt he wanted me to wear is folded. I quickly put it over my body, attempting to find some sort of shield as embarrassment consumes me.
“No, that’s not it at all.” He blows out a frustrated breath and grips his hair. “Can we just go to bed?”
I feel my eyes well up with tears as my heightened embarrassment pushes me toward the other end of his bed. I pause and quietly ask, “Do you want me to share your bed? I can go over to Huxley and Lottie’s.”
