“What?”
I’m surprised to find Easton still up.
“I didn’t realize how late it was.” I put the book on my bedside table and take my glasses off, placing them on top.
I get up and head to the half bath on our floor to brush my teeth and get ready for bed. It has a few sinks, three stalls, and two urinals.
“Seriously, you're stalking me at this point.” I shoot Easton a glare as he steps up next to me, taking the other sink.
“I’m just brushing my teeth, god, don’t think too much into it.” He scoffs, taking the tube of toothpaste and putting some on his brush.
“You had plenty of time to brush your teeth, but you chose now to do it?” I shake my head. “It’s like you’re doing this just to piss me off,” I mutter, grabbing my own toothbrush.
“Is it working?” He chuckles, mumbling around his toothbrush.
“No.” I glare at him as I shove mine in my mouth.
We both start to brush our teeth, spitting a few times before I feel his eyes on me. I look up.
We stare at one another for far too long, brushing our teeth in this weird game of chicken.
It’s not until I start to brush my tongue that he pauses. I shove it all the way to the back. Most people gag when they brush their tongue, not me.
And Easton seems to notice. Huh.
Either my eyes are playing tricks on me, or his pupils dilated. For someone who doesn’t like men, he sure as hell reacts to things like someone who does.
Spitting, I rinse my brush and put it away before looking up at him. “No gag reflex.” I grin. “Comes in handy sometimes.” I wink, chuckling at the stunned look on his face.
I walk back to the room feeling like I won that round of... whatever game we seem to be playing. I just know I’m not going to lose.
I’m back in the room, in bed with the lights off before Easton returns.
My eyes are closed as I settle into the mattress, trying to shut my mind off. Only, my feet are cold. Easton comes into the room just as I’m lifting a foot up to give it a rub to warm up.
“You better not be jerking off,” he mutters. “That's where I draw the line.”
He’s fucking with me, right? So he can fuck his girlfriend with me in the room, but I can’t jerk off?
Why the hell not? It’s my damn room. I’ve been jerking off in it for years, I’m not going to stop just because he’s here. I can be quiet... maybe.
Whatever, it doesn’t matter. If he just ignores my rule about not fucking his girlfriend, then I’m not sticking to his stupid demands.
“I wasn’t. But now that I think of it, I think a good release would be nice. Would definitely help with sleep. You know what, I think I will.”
He lets out a choked sound, pausing as he crawls into his bed. “You’re joking, right?”
“Nope,” I say, pulling the blanket back. I lean over and flick the bedside lamp back on and open my drawer, grabbing a bottle of lube.
“You are not about to take your dick out and get off,” he growls.
“Why not?” I ask, popping the cap. “You’re allowed to do it in the shower, in front of me,” I challenge him.
“I was showering. You’re the one who came in with me. Not my problem, you saw something you didn’t want to see. Or did you?”
“I didn’t want to hear you fucking your girlfriend, that’s for sure. But I had to endure that. So, I think it’s only fair that you have to listen to me jerk off. I mean, the door is right there, you can always leave.” I nod toward the door.
“This is my room too. I’m not leaving.” He glares at me.
