refrigerator door. She stood so close to Ash she could feel the heat coming off of him. She would’ve followed him anywhere.
He handed her a gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream. When she had it firmly in her hands, he peeled the lid off for her. It was half eaten, but somehow that made it seem even more appetizing.
He opened a drawer for her, implying that she should help herself to a spoon, and then returned to the bathroom.
“Get in bed,” he called out again. “We’re going to bed as soon as I’m done.”
Hunter stood, unmoving in the kitchen, a lump of ice cream melting on her tongue, as a warm wave of arousal rolled through her. The idea of going to bed with Ash was exciting. Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t felt this way, burning with desire, throbbing with arousal, for as long as she could remember.
She took one more scoop of ice cream then returned it to the freezer before crossing to the mattress.
She would have to lie down in her clothes, obviously, but part of her wanted to shed every ounce of clothing and lay waiting for him, nude, primed, ready.
She sat on the bed, noting the scent of the mattress. It smelled faintly like Ash, the way his neck had smelled when he had held her close. She hoped he would again.
From her vantage point, sitting up in bed, Hunter could see directly through to the bathroom. Ash hadn’t bothered to shut the door. The shower curtain was nothing more than thin clear plastic, but still it revealed only the shapes and shades of his body, omitting the more graphic details that she was curious about.
She liked watching him, the movements of his arms, the way he shifted his weight as he ran a bar of soap up and down his torso and along his shoulders.
When the water stopped running, little more than the sound of the swirling drain could be heard. The quiet called Hunter’s attention to how awkward she felt. And yet shouldn’t she be more concerned with the fact that he had killed someone in her apartment?
Ash approached the mattress with nothing but a towel wrapped around him. Immediately Hunter hopped up, grabbed Luthor, and plopped him down in the middle of the bed. It took Luthor a few turns, following his tail, to mold himself perfectly into the mattress, but eventually he did, curling himself into a warm ball of contentment.
He was aware that she was nervous. It was impossible to overlook. He found it cute how she wasn’t sure where to look or how to hold herself. Part of him wanted to drop the towel just to see how she might react, but he thought better of it and opened his closet instead, using the door as a shield to block her view of him. It was then that he let the towel drop and put on a pair of boxer-briefs. No matter how bashful she was, she would have to be okay with him sleeping in his underwear. It would be too damn hot otherwise.
“You’re not going to leave the window open, are you?” She asked in a quiet voice from the bed. “What if someone comes in again?”
“If I close that window I’m pretty sure we’re going to die in here,” he said.
“I saw someone out there earlier,” she said and was planning to elaborate, but Ash immediately interrupted.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, but it was scary. It was a kid, I think. He was getting beat up.”
Ash paused behind the closet door. He knew who the kid was. He knew why he was getting beat up, but he couldn’t let Hunter find out.
“It’s a bad neighborhood,” he
He handed her a gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream. When she had it firmly in her hands, he peeled the lid off for her. It was half eaten, but somehow that made it seem even more appetizing.
He opened a drawer for her, implying that she should help herself to a spoon, and then returned to the bathroom.
“Get in bed,” he called out again. “We’re going to bed as soon as I’m done.”
Hunter stood, unmoving in the kitchen, a lump of ice cream melting on her tongue, as a warm wave of arousal rolled through her. The idea of going to bed with Ash was exciting. Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t felt this way, burning with desire, throbbing with arousal, for as long as she could remember.
She took one more scoop of ice cream then returned it to the freezer before crossing to the mattress.
She would have to lie down in her clothes, obviously, but part of her wanted to shed every ounce of clothing and lay waiting for him, nude, primed, ready.
She sat on the bed, noting the scent of the mattress. It smelled faintly like Ash, the way his neck had smelled when he had held her close. She hoped he would again.
From her vantage point, sitting up in bed, Hunter could see directly through to the bathroom. Ash hadn’t bothered to shut the door. The shower curtain was nothing more than thin clear plastic, but still it revealed only the shapes and shades of his body, omitting the more graphic details that she was curious about.
She liked watching him, the movements of his arms, the way he shifted his weight as he ran a bar of soap up and down his torso and along his shoulders.
When the water stopped running, little more than the sound of the swirling drain could be heard. The quiet called Hunter’s attention to how awkward she felt. And yet shouldn’t she be more concerned with the fact that he had killed someone in her apartment?
Ash approached the mattress with nothing but a towel wrapped around him. Immediately Hunter hopped up, grabbed Luthor, and plopped him down in the middle of the bed. It took Luthor a few turns, following his tail, to mold himself perfectly into the mattress, but eventually he did, curling himself into a warm ball of contentment.
He was aware that she was nervous. It was impossible to overlook. He found it cute how she wasn’t sure where to look or how to hold herself. Part of him wanted to drop the towel just to see how she might react, but he thought better of it and opened his closet instead, using the door as a shield to block her view of him. It was then that he let the towel drop and put on a pair of boxer-briefs. No matter how bashful she was, she would have to be okay with him sleeping in his underwear. It would be too damn hot otherwise.
“You’re not going to leave the window open, are you?” She asked in a quiet voice from the bed. “What if someone comes in again?”
“If I close that window I’m pretty sure we’re going to die in here,” he said.
“I saw someone out there earlier,” she said and was planning to elaborate, but Ash immediately interrupted.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, but it was scary. It was a kid, I think. He was getting beat up.”
Ash paused behind the closet door. He knew who the kid was. He knew why he was getting beat up, but he couldn’t let Hunter find out.
“It’s a bad neighborhood,” he
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