My nipples got hard. “So what?”
Tighter.
“So what?” he repeats. “You think anybody else could do that? You think a rando can give you what only I can?”Tighter.“What’s the matter, Frankie? Hurt yourself last time so you had to go back to something safer?”—I’m gagging at this point, mouth open and everything—“Couldn’t handle the rollercoaster so you went back to training wheels. Pathetic.”
And he let me go.
Woah.
I don’t say anything. Neither did he. He just turns and walks toward my bedroom and I follow with a million thoughts in my mind and none of them pure.Was he always this… what word am I looking for?
Obsessive? Or passionate?
Hard to say. But all I know is the sea moss was a good idea because that little display made me a fountain.
After he looks around my room, still trying to find signs I had another man in here, he settles.
“I’m gonna shower,” Jabari announces casually.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
I glance at the clock on my phone, then back at him. “It’s already four. Za gets in around five. There’s no time.”
He stares at me like I’m being deeply unreasonable.
“I just got off a fully booked flight I paid way too much money for,” he says slowly, counting on his fingers, “after a game I barely won because I spent the entire second half thinking about you letting some idiot into your bed ‘cause you’re lonely. My feet hurt. I’m sweaty. And I need a shower.”
I roll my eyes as he brushes past me toward the bathroom, basically saying this discussion is over.
“You coming?” he asks over his shoulder.
“No,” I say flatly. “I showered before my link-up like a civilised person.”
“Right,” he replies. “Well then, do us a favour and grab my bag, yeah?”
“Get it yourself.”
He laughs low and shuts the bathroom door.
Ugh. Prick.
I stand stubbornly in place, listening in. No water turns on. No movement.
Then—
“The longer you take,” his voice calls through the door, “the more time runs out. What time does Za come home again? Want her to catch me between your legs?”
I grit my teeth.
“Ugh! I hate you, I swear.”
I stomp away and grab his bag from the front doorway, returning to the room and knocking sharply on the bathroom door. It cracks open just enough for me to slide it through but then his hand wraps around my wrist and before I can react, he pulls me inside.
The door shuts and the lock clicks.
“We’re showering,” he says simply.
