Part 11 (2/2)

Earlier, when we exited the cab, I had asked her to walk ahead of me, trying to buy some time to talk my d.i.c.k down. It was practically saluting her when I wished her good night and walked back to my room.

I just needed to get some sleep and move past this. But as I tossed and turned, all I could think about was saying ”f.u.c.k it all” and busting through her bedroom door.

I wondered what she was wearing.

Go to sleep.

I really had to use the bathroom but had been putting it off because I couldn't even trust myself to go straight there without taking a detour to her room.

When I finally couldn't hold it anymore, I walked out to the hall and noticed that there was no light coming from under her door. A sense of relief came over me because if there had been light, I might have been tempted to knock.

Knock her boots.

Get your mind out the gutter!

After I took a long p.i.s.s, I was leaving the bathroom when her soft b.r.e.a.s.t.s knocked right into my chest.

”Whoa! Are you okay?” I asked, rubbing my thumb over the skin of her forehead.

I made the mistake of looking down and noticed she was wearing a lace tank top so small, it looked like one of those things my grandmother had on her coffee table under the candlesticks. A doily? I had to pry my eyes upward.

”Yeah...I'm fine. Sorry, I didn't think to check if you were in here. The light in your room was on, so I a.s.sumed you were in there,” she said.

I leaned against the sink and crossed my arms. ”What are you still doing up?”

”I can't sleep, so I came in here to pee.”

She flashed me the cutest smile. I loved her smile. G.o.d, she was beautiful. I wanted to kiss her.

Wait...she needed to pee. That was your cue to leave. Move, drunk a.s.s.

”Oh...well, I should probably let you do that,” I said, backing away from the sink.

She laughed. ”Yeah, probably.”

”Right...” I said before walking out and closing the door.

I took my hand to my head, shooting an imaginary pistol at my brain as I walked back to my room.

I intentionally left my door open. It was a bad idea, but a part of me just wanted her to come into my room. Maybe we could try that spooning thing again.

Who the f.u.c.k was I kidding?

I grabbed my laptop, so that it would look like I was doing something other than waiting impatiently to get another look at her beautiful t.i.ts in that top. Why I wanted to torture myself when I couldn't really have her was beyond me.

When she appeared at the doorway, I closed my laptop. My heart pounded faster with each step Nina took toward me. I breathed a sigh of relief when she stopped and sat at the far end of my bed.

Good. Stay far away from me, Nina.

I sat up straighter. ”How was your pee?”

”Fantastic.”

I couldn't even recall what I said...something like, ”good to hear” as my eyes betrayed my brain's better judgment and wandered down to her chest. I could have sworn her nipples were hardening by the second and now, so was my d.i.c.k. My mouth was watering. All she had to do was look down and she'd see how much I wanted her.

”What were you looking at?” she asked.

s.h.i.+t.

Busted.

Speak!

I shook my head. ”Huh?”

”On your laptop.”

Phew.

”Oh...on my laptop. Right. Just useless surfing.”

She grinned. ”I see.”

Our eyes were locked on each other as we just sat there, and this time, I was transfixed by what lie above her neck. Looking into her blue eyes was like gazing at a calm ocean. My stare didn't break until the bed next door starting squeaking.

Friggin' Ryan and Tarah having s.e.x.

Well, that was awkward. Say something to break the ice, Jake. While you're at it, break a piece off and rub it over your d.i.c.k to cool it down.

I cleared my throat and asked sarcastically, ”You think they're having s.e.x?”

Nina's cheeks were rosy as she looked down. She was so stinking adorable. ”Should we just pretend it's not happening?”

”Yeah. You wanna do a math lesson?”

”Sure.”

”Let's see...we can talk about the probability of sixty-nine,” I joked.

She blushed even more. ”I would say based on that noise, it's very high.”

We both started to laugh, but all I could focus on was the fact that she actually knew what sixty-nine meant. Sweet, innocent girl...with a dirty mind. And I thought I couldn't want her more than I already did.

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