“That’s ridiculous.You’re invited.”
“She’s probably still mad that I told her I didn’t want to be her maid of honor.Just another way to stick it to me.”The words taste like acid, and suddenly I feel like I could be sick.
“I’ll figure this out honey.How could you not be invited?”
“I’m sure Claire has a reason.”
We chat a little longer before hanging up.I’m stewing over the admission when Griffin comes out of the bathroom, freshly washed.Except this time, he doesn’t have a towel on.Sleeping with your roommate affords these small luxuries.
“You better put some clothes on or you’ll be in trouble,” I call out as he slips into his bedroom.
“Maybe that’s what I’m waiting for.”His voice is faint from the bedroom.That sounds like an invitation if I’ve ever heard one.
“Welp, better go get dicked down again,” I murmur to myself as I come to standing.Just as I hit the threshold of the bedroom, I find him pulling on his shirt.
“Oh, you’re dressed,” I say dully.
He cocks a grin.“You sound so sad about it.”
“Iam.You were supposed to be naked and in trouble.”
It’s when he reaches for a small rolling suitcase nearby that I realize something else might be going on.
“I’ll be naked and waiting for all sorts of trouble when I get back,” he assures me.He stands in front of me, sliding his rough fingers along my jawline as he tips my head back so our gazes can meet.
“Where are you going?”I can’t help but pout.
“It’s time to go shrink my dick for the ice bath campaign.”
I do remember that he does these endorsement deals.Because he’s a professional, famous athlete who gets paid to put his name on things.The exact timing just didn’t stick in my brain.
“I can’t say I’m not a little bummed,” I admit, wrapping my arms around his waist.“But maybe you can send me some pictures of you in ice to make up for it.”
“Or I could send you photos of my dick when it’s not three shriveled inches.”
I shake my head.“I wanna see the shrivel.”
He scoffs.“You’ve had enough of my eight throbbing inches already?”
I burst into laughter.“Never.I’ll miss every throbbing inch of your dick while you’re gone.And the rest of you, of course.”
I’m just about to push up onto my toes to kiss him when I remember the very pressing matter I’d prepared earlier that morning: my next attempt to pay Griffin rent.
“Hey—I almost forgot.One more thing.”I dart to the end table where I left the envelope stuffed full of rent money for him, then glide back to him and press it against his chest.“This is for you.”
His brow arches.“What’s this?”
“It’s for last night.”I wink.
He grins but shakes his head as soon as he peeks inside and sees the cash.“Keep it, Casey.”He tucks the envelope into my hoodie pocket.“Last night was on the house.”
I huff, but my frustration disappears quickly as he dips down to press his lips against mine.We kiss for a little while, and I enjoy the minty taste of our deep, sensual tongue kisses.Is this what roommates are supposed to kiss like?I’m not sure, because I’ve never slept with an old-friend-turned-roommate before, but this level of attraction seems indecent.I wasn’t this attracted to Jake, not even in the honeymoon phase.
It reminds me of all the questions that swirl in my mind late at night as I’m trying to fall asleep after yet more great sex with Griffin.What are we doing here?Is he going to do this with anyone else?Does it just end when I leave?
The questions seem too heavy and big for right now; I just want to enjoy the lightness, the sexiness.So I swallow the questions yet again and pat his butt to send him on his way.
We pause again by the front door for one more round of kisses.It turns into him scooping me into his arms, where I wrap my arms and legs around him.I giggle through kisses, wriggling in his arms.
