Faking the confidence that I need to get through this entire situation, I pick up the box and open it up so that I can pour everything out onto the table.
A booklet.
The cock, which would actually look like a real cock with veins and everything if it wasn’t neon purple, in its plastic packaging, with an arm protruding out from the bottom that I think is reasonable to assume it’s supposed to rest against my clit.
And a thin black charger cable.
We both kind of stand there, her in her pj’s and me in my panties and shirt, staring at the items on the table. She hasn’t even had her coffee yet.
Who does this? Like, seriously, who gifts someone a sex toy? I can see the humor in it being a gift at like a bachelorette or divorce party or something, but not randomly on a Tuesday morning.
I awoke to the box and no Xavier.
My feelings are confused about this, which is irritating me. After last night, I have questions. So many questions. He can’t just cut the bow off my panties while I’m sleeping and not say a word about it.
And then he didn’t even try to sleep in my room. I’d been prepared to ask him to leave, but he didn’t even ask.
And what the fuck was with that answer?
You never asked me to leave.
His answer kept me awake far too late in the night. He’s right. I never asked him. Why hadn’t I asked him? I totally could have. I could have stared him in the eyes and asked—no, told—him to leave.
But I never did. Why?
Did I honestly believe he wouldn’t leave if I asked?
His answer last night implied that he would have respected my request.
Which means that the next time I see him, all I need to do is ask him to leave and he will. Right? And then he’ll be gone, and I won’t have to see his face every day. My room will be exactly the way I left it each morning, mess and all. Oakley and I can go back to doing our own grocery shopping and cooking.
We can reclaim our space.
Except, our space now has this purple vibrating cock.
I pick up the black cable and answer her question. “It looks like it needs to be charged.”
She reaches for the toy itself, her face very pink, but she powers through. “It’s, uh, heavier than I thought it would be.”
Oakley offers me the cock, and I take it, not quite sure I can believe we are passing a sex toy back and forth.
“Oh, wow,” I agree, because yep, that is heavier than I thought it would be. Not ridiculously heavy, but not light, either.
“Was there a note this time?” she asks, eyes flicking to the black box and back, before she picks up the instructions and flicks through the first few pages. “Also, feel very free not to share any future information about this, er, gift.”
I huff a laugh and shift the tissue paper around until I find the note and hold it up. “You sure? I’m sure there is something salacious in here. Hudson’s notes always match the gift.”
A spark of interest flashes in her eyes, but then the pink in her cheeks flares to an almost red. “I’m sure.”
She hands me the instructions, then busies herself with starting her coffee.
I check the time on my phone and figure I have time to deal with this and Hudson’s note before I need to get ready for my first class, so I pack everything back into the box and take it tomy room, thinking that privacy is definitely a requirement for this note.
With the door shut behind me and my blanket pulled up over my waist, I open the letter, bracing myself for whatever unhinged thing he has written today.
Kitten,
A sex toy for my fuck toy.
