I’m staring at my distorted reflection in the foggy bathroom mirror, willing myself to calm the fuck down. Doesn’t help that the limited space of my studio has been infiltrated by her presence. Her naked presence. The shower only liquefied her essence, so now I’m not only breathing in her delicate sweet scent, but it lies upon my skin, coating my body with a sheen of moisture that I consider licking to see if she tastes as good as she smells.
I slam my eyes closed as my dick punches the zipper of my jeans. Calm, breathe, don’t fuck this up.
Thing is I’ve had Axelle over to my place more than any of my friends. We’ve hung out, watched movies, studied, even had dinner a few times. I had a spare toothbrush she used once when she ate a Caesar salad and was worried about her breath, and she even showered here a few times after we’d hung out at the pool. We’ve even fallen asleep while watching TV, but she always ends up going home.
Tonight she’ll be in my bed until morning.
Wearing my tee.
My boxers.
I groan as my hard-on jumps at the visual of her bare body covered in my clothes.
I turn my head to see her outfit from tonight in a folded pile by my right hand, her bra placed on top, the tag sticking out displaying a proud 32C. I try not to imagine the way her breasts looked spilling out of that bra and, for a split second, contemplate how far down in the pile her panties are. I wonder if they match her bra, if they’re the kind that cut up the crack of her ass.
Sick bastard!
Pushing the thoughts from my mind, I brush my teeth and pop out my contacts, making sure to take my time to avoid walking in on Axelle naked. I don’t know how long it takes for a girl to slide on a T-shirt and a pair of boxers, but by some rare chance, if it takes more than ten minutes, I want to give her the time she needs, because one flash of her naked body and I’ll probably hump her like a dog.
By the time I finish, pull on some sweatpants, and have taken a few minutes to calm my dick down, I push out into the apartment to find Axelle sitting on the bed with the remote in her hand.
I dig my phone from my jeans pocket before tossing them in the dirty clothes hamper and hand it to her. “Call Mindy before you forget.”
Her bright eyes find mine, and her dark brown hair looks black as the wet locks fall down her back. She screws up her lips as she always does when she’s concentrating, and with a freshly clean face wiped free of makeup and rosy cheeks from the heat of the shower, she looks fucking incredible.
“Oh…” She hits a few numbers then hits “end.” “No, that’s not it.” Her face screws up again. “Hmmm…six four five eight…” She mumbles to herself until she finally presses the phone to her ear. “Mindy, hey, I’m on Killian’s phone. I left my stuff in your car.” She picks at a loose thread on my bedspread. “Yeah, well that didn’t work out. He was busy entertaining. I mean it was his party. No, I’m not mad. I…” Her eyes dart to mine. “Listen. Since you’re still out and I don’t have my key to get into our place, I’m gonna crash with Kill.”
I can’t hear the questions that Mindy’s asking, but the series of yeses and noes makes me think they’re about me, and Axelle’s trying to answer without letting on. I grab my glasses from my bedside table, grateful for the return of clear vision. I’ve only been wearing contacts for a couple of years now. Cameron was cool enough to include medical insurance when he hired me in my senior year of high school, so I could finally afford them. Still love wearing my glasses though. Never do enjoy sticking my fingers in my eyes.
“You too. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She hits “end” and passes me the phone.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, she ended up ditching the party for this football player she’s been skeezing on. She’s staying with him tonight.”
“You still tired or do you want to watch—?”
“I know what you think of me.” Her mouth is pulled in a tight line, and her spine is straight and rigid. “You don’t have to keep saving me.”
I blink and my brain scatters to figure out how I missed the first part of this conversation, because that just came out of nowhere. “What is it you think I think of you?”
She sighs and rolls her eyes dramatically. “Please, Kill. I’m the world’s most pathetic damsel in distress.”
“You’re wrong. That’s not what I think.”
“You said it yourself. I put myself in unsafe situations, and I’m constantly requiring your white knighthood.”
I push up my glasses, hoping to cover the twitch of my lips. “My white knighthood?”
She glares, but she’s grinning so it doesn’t count. “You know what I mean.”
I scratch my head. “I don’t, but let me fill you in on something while we’re on the topic of what I think about you.”