I imagine him in there, clamping his hands over his ears. Willing me to go away. Maybe I should? I just wanted to make out with a cute guy. I have no intention of being his first … everything. But if he comes in his pants that easily, maybe I could do him a favor and teach him the ropes. I did agree to be his fake boyfriend after all.
I turn my back to the door and slide down to the floor with a sigh I hope he hears.
“I guess I’ll just have to sleep out here.”
There’s a pause. I give him time to answer.
“You don’t have to do that.”
Is his voice louder now? Has he scooted closer to the door? Is he sitting with his back against the other side? Inches away? Why does a pleasant heat burn in the pit of my stomach at the thought of that?
“It’s not a big deal—” I start. I’m cut off with an almighty groan.
“Please don’t say that.”
“Say what?”
“It’s not a big deal … it happens to everyone … it’s not me, it’s you.”
I laugh. “I think ‘it happens to everyone’ usually refers to the opposite problem.”
He’s quiet. I listen for movement, but hear none.
“Ben, you’re twenty-one and a virgin. It was bound to happen.”
“I know I’m a twenty-one year old virgin, you don’t need to remind me.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. I meant you’reyoung.You have … energetic ejaculations.”
“Shut up, please! My mom will hear you.” He’s whisper-shouting.
“Sorry.” I’m not sorry.
I also haven’t heard anyone come upstairs and these walls seem fairly robust. But I could use his fear of anyone hearing to my advantage.
“You’ll have to come out here and talk to me face-to-face if you want privacy.”
“I can’t face you. I’m too ashamed.”
I roll my eyes, banging the back of my head against the door. “Get over it, will you? You came in your pants. It actually has happened to everyone.”
There’s shuffling at the other side of the door. The next thing I know I’m falling backward.
“Oh, shit, sorry, I didn’t realize you were actually sitting against the door.”
I take his hand and let him help me up.
“You’re serious?” He still can’t meet my eye. “It’s happened to everyone?”
“Well… quite a lot of people.Men,I assume.”
I glance down at the wet patch on his trousers and quickly drag my eyes up again.
“I cleaned … this isn’t …”
“Ben, it’s fine.”
“I need to take a shower, get changed, I’m sorry about all this, but, do you mind leaving me alone?”
