My options are limited.
One shouts at me louder than the others, and so I trek forward, not at all liking what I’m about to do.
FOURTEEN
VIOLET
The apartment isempty when I come up from the gym. The lights are off in the foyer, and the others’ bedroom doors are closed when I make it to my room to strip off my workout clothes.
I have a difficult time shimmying out of them since my body is still heated from my session, not to mention Colson’s eyes on me. I watched as his tall frame came into the room and stared.
The windows in the wall make it easy to see into the room, so I’m sure that’s how he saw it was me. I know he watched me transition through my poses. I relished in the attention of his eyes at my back as I finished—a secret I’m taking to the grave. The way he seems to eat me up with his gaze while also keeping his distance…
It was probably best for me to leave when I did.
Colson is too captivating, something I’ve grown to learn in the few times we’ve been around each other. He’s one of those people who can offer a haven without really trying. I’m not sure what to make of that, especially since I’ve just gotten out of an on-again-off-again relationship.
Add in the tidbit that I don’t actually know him very well, and it all comes back to the fact that I’m antsy for that special kind of attention.
To not be lonely.
I toss my clothes into my hamper and turn on the shower. I wait for the bathroom to steam before climbing into the stall and allowing the water to cascade over me. I roll my neck, squeezing a spot on my shoulder where there’s tension.
I stay like that until the room gets too stuffy. Then, I lather my body, trailing my fingers over my clit as I rinse the day off me. They move lazily, slipping lower like droplets of water. I curl my middle finger slightly and cave to the tension twisting my lower belly.
A deep sigh leaves my chest. I rest my head against the shower wall. My fingers take over, moving in and out as I fuck myself with them. My body tightens and the pressure builds. My fingertips move to my clit and rub tight circles over the sensitive bud until my calves burn from standing and my hand cramps from the angle.
Before I know it I’m gripping the wall with my free hand and moaning out in pleasure. Blue eyes with specks of brown pop into my head when I burst, my orgasm ripping through my body deliciously slow.
Heavy breaths leave me as the water pelts my back. “Oh, God.”
I completely ignore Colson’s face at the forefront of my fantasy as I rinse off, hop out of the shower, and dress in a pair of sweats and a top. I ditch my bra since I have red lines on my sides from the sports bra I wore during my workout.
My stomach growls, reminding me that I haven’t eaten dinner yet, so I trudge down the hall, prepared to make one of the chicken and veggie meals in the freezer. I unbox the meal onthe counter, tearing the plastic top off when a knock at the door startles me.
Everleigh is most likely out with Tristan. Sylvia, I have no idea, but neither of them would forget their keys.
“Who the heck could that be?”
I lift to my toes to look through the peephole when I make it to the door. A sliver of gray is all I catch, and straightaway my brain links it to the polo Colson was wearing downstairs.
I lower to the heels of my feet.
Why would he be here?
It can’t be him. Can it?
I nibble my lip, jumping when another knock comes.
If I ignore it, and it is him, I’ll kick myself in the ass over it. I’m also not that person. I wouldn’t intentionally ignore someone for no reason, so I unlock the door and pull it open.
Back facing me, my attention drops to his bookbag. He wasn’t wearing it earlier, but he was also working out so that’s probably why. He turns and air catches in my throat. Scarlet red is smeared across his chin, and there’s a puffiness to the corner of his mouth that isn’t natural.
I don’t move.
Can’t.
I’m too shell-shocked that he’s here, much less looking likethat.
