Once I’m able to think again, I realize what I just did.
Fucking hell, I jerked off in his shower. No, not his shower, his father’s.
Guilt and shame fill me as I grab the bottle of shampoo and squirt some on the floor. I get down on my hands and knees and do my best to wash away any of my release.
When I’m done, I get out, dry off and then stare at the pile of clothes.
Cooper’s clothes.
My heart races as I grab them and pull them on. Closing my eyes, I breathe in his scent and a warm feeling settles over me.
I’m wearing his clothes. It shouldn't be a big deal, he’s borrowed mine before. Yet, I snuggle into the warmth of his hoodie and smile.
What the hell are you smiling about? You just jerked off in his father’s bathroom like a creep.
My cheeks heat and I rush out of the bathroom, away from the scene of the crime.
When I get to Cooper’s room, he’s laying down on top of his bed.
If my heart keeps doing this, I’m worried I’m going to have a heart attack. This can’t be healthy, can it?
When he notices me standing there like a dumbass, he grins. And yup, I’m dead.
“There you are.” He sits up with a chuckle. “So. Do you wanna play Mario Kart, or go to bed?”
I awkwardly step into his room and shrug. “We can play.”
My head is way too much of a mess to be able to sleep right now.
“Cool.” He gets up and goes to his dresser. He grabs his Switch controllers and hands one to me. “You sure?” He chuckles, grinning as I accept it. “I’m going to beat your ass, you know that right?”
My eyes widen, cheeks going hot.
He means in the game, stupid. Get your mind out of the gutter.
“We’ll see about that,” I grumble, unable to look him in his eyes.
“You okay?” he asks, his smile falling.
Be normal, Blake. You’re freaking him out.
“I’m fine.” I force a smile, but I don’t think he believes it.
“Okay. Let's play,” he says, not pushing. I’m kind of glad because if he kept pushing, I don’t know if I’d be able to hold back from telling him that I like him, that I want to be with him, that I want him to be my boyfriend and to never leave me.
And I’d really like to not freak him out and send him running. The thought of losing him as a friend has me holding back tears.
We sit on his bed and play. After the fourth round, I start to relax a little more and actually enjoy myself.
“Victory is mine,” he cheers when he wins another game. “Wanna go again?”
“I think we should get to bed.” I chuckle. “You’ve kicked my ass enough tonight.”
“I mean, you never know, maybe you’ll win the next one.” He bites his lower lip, trying to hold back a smile. Why do I find it adorable?
“I’d rather not find out.”
“Fineeee.” He sighs, taking the controllers and shuts everything off. He grabs a pillow and heads for the door. “I’m gonna crash on the couch. If you need anything, just let me know.”
