He nodded along as he followed me to my bedroom. I was talking a big game about wanting him, but now that we were in my room, I felt exhausted. Today had been fucking heavy, and that was saying something coming from me.
“I’m going to hit the shower,” I told Micah as I grabbed some clothes from my drawer. “Want to wash today off?”
I heard the bed creak.
“Can I borrow some stuff?”
Micah’s question had me pause for a second. I turned around and raised a brow at him. He wasn’t even looking at me. He was lying on his stomach, looking at photos on his camera.
“Want to shower with me?”
Micah set the camera down on my bed, sat up, and looked me over.
“I’m all about preserving our Earth’s resources. Showering together does save water.”
I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. I had never seen the guy very pressed about recycling.
“Come on, babe.” I motioned for him to get out of bed.
At this rate, my poor heart didn’t know what made it beat so fast anymore…was it fear or was it lust? Most importantly, was I at serious risk of a heart attack?
That didn’t matter—not when Micah was right behind me. My cocky bravado disappeared in an instant once he closed the door behind him. It didn’t matter that we were already alone in my apartment, but something about his closing the door on the bathroom made everything feel more intimate.
As I turned on the water, I hoped my neighbors hadn’t used up all the hot water. Once I saw it start steaming immediately, I let out a relieved breath. With my hand on my shirt, I turned around, ready to take it off, only to find Micah already in his boxers.
“Where did my shy guy go?”
When Micah snickered, I realized I had said that aloud.
“You do realize I’m around the hockey team all the time, right?” When I didn’t reply, he kept on going. “They shower after every practice.”
I couldn’t help but tease him about it.
“Checking out the guys in the locker room or just Grayson?”
“It’s not like that,” he murmured, but his cheeks had a red tint to them. “Besides, my dad’s also there. Kind of a buzzkill.”
The second part was said as an afterthought. It had to be suffocating at times, trying to please a father who couldn’t see how great you were, all the while constantly being in their space, while wishing you could stay away.
“Come on, the water’s warm,” I told him as I finished removing the last of my clothes. My heart began to beat faster as I waited for him to come inside with me. I hated my navy-blue shower curtains—they stopped me from getting a peek.
It felt like forever when he finally stepped inside with me. Since I was toward the back, he had no choice but to go directly beneath the spray of water.
Fuck.
He looked so hot with the water cascading down his back.
I stepped right behind him, one of my hands wrapped around his waist, while the other one cupped his already hardening dick.
“Wanna suck you off so bad,” I groaned into his ear.
Micah’s answer was to press his cute little ass into my groin. We were so close, I could feel the way he shivered at my words.
We showered at record speed. As soon as we stepped out of the shower, he threw himself at me. The water that had clung to our bodies was making a mess on the floor. Our mouths were sloppy, just licking and kissing any wet surface on the other’s body, too impatient to towel off.
“You’re so hard for me, baby,” I murmured before I pushed him back into the bed.
If I weren’t so tired, nor scared about what tomorrow would bring, I would be trying to get laid, but for now, this was perfect.
