“You! What did you do? And why—” And there’s the scream.
I turn and I wish I hadn’t. Lorien holds a lemon-yellow towel in front of her very naked, very wet body, rooted to the spot in her living room.
I promise, if I could get my feet to move, I would do so. I’d double time it out of the house and back into my own, or gohalfway down the street to put a little more distance between us. Because that creamy skin she bares when her legs are in those short shorts… It’s everywhere. Her arms. Her collarbone. Black hair is slicked back from her face, and her eyes are the size of saucers.
The towel begins to slip, and she fights with another toned wet arm to hold it as it balances precariously just a hint above her tits and a sliver below her pussy.
I’m staring. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t fucking look away. She’s… fuck, she’s perfect. And she’s wet and…
I hitch a thumb over my shoulder, not trusting myself to say a word, and back out of the door. I press the keypad lock and hear it throw the bolt, mostly to give me the assurance that something stands between me and my own personal kryptonite.
My one rule was almost decimated out of sheer lack of self-control. How am I going to survive being under the same roof with her? Jacking off twenty times a day seems like a good way to get carpal tunnel syndrome.
Me: You never answered. 5:45?
Lorien: You broke into my house.
Me: It’s soon to be *our* house.
Lorien: You violated my sanctuary. When I was naked!
Don’t remind me. Don’t remind me.
Me: I assumed you playing Madonna meant you summoned me. Like a distress signal. Or a bat signal.
Lorien: Are you Batman in this scenario?
Me: Do you want me to be?
Lorien: I want you to go away.
Me: You gotyour wish.
Lorien: Until 5:45 when I have to look you in the face after you saw me practically naked.
Don’t I know it.
Me: I didn’t see any of the good bits.
Lorien: The consequence for breaking one of my rules is going to be the elimination of one of yours.
Me: You gonna share which rule you want removed? Seems as though you’ve mentioned something like this twice in two days. You must really want me.
Lorien: I. Do. Not.
Me: Yet you got out of the tub and strode wet and barely covered to find me.
I’m going too far. I’m going way too fucking far.
Me: Actions speak louder than words.
Lorien: So did your pants.
She’s right. But how do I answer that? Hmmm.Glad my plumbing still worksorYou’re rightor outright denial?
Me: Sweet thing like you staring at your neighbor’s cock? I expected better from you, Dr. Anderson.
Lorien: Go away. And we’re never speaking of this again.
