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comforter on the bed, I had a brief thought of him in here with me, naked,
doing dirty things. I shook my head and told myself to knock it off. I pulled
back the comforter, laid down and turned off the light. He never did put that shirt on, the bastard.
Sleep was not happening. The clock moved slowly. Looking
at it, I saw it was almost 3 am. Tossing and turning, I kept thinking about my
brother and the fight that we had earlier. Every time I stopped thinking about
him, I thought of my brief kiss with Jack. Or I thought of Jack shirtless. That
untouched area between my legs throbbed at the thought and I willed the desire
I was feeling to go away. I did not need to do anything stupid right now. A shower, that’s what I needed to calm my
nerves and maybe make me relaxed so that I could finally get some sleep.
Opening the door silently, I peeked out of the room. Jack was slept peacefully
on the couch; one leg peeked out of the blankets. On my trek to the bathroom, I
tiptoed and then held my breath as I opened the door. Turning on the light, I
shut the door quietly. In less than a minute I was naked. Turning on the water,
I turned the water temperature to hot and held my hand under the stream of
water, waiting for it to heat up. I tied up my hair in a messy ponytail, slid
the clear shower curtain to the side and I climbed in. Biting my lip to keep
from yelping, I stood to the side until I could get used to the temperature of
the water. Letting the shower hit my skin, I closed my eyes. The awkward
kiss played in my head over and over again, like a movie preview. My eyes
snapped open and I tried to reason with my conscience.
“Stop this Bleu. You need to be honest with yourself. Are
you ready for this? Were you really in a relationship with Carl? Okay, okay too many questions. You have to think
about something else. Yes. Anything else but him,” I said, giving myself a pep
talk. I looked around the shower stall for the soap.
“Who are you talking to?” asked Jack. Jumping, I tried to
cover myself, turning towards the wall. Damn clear shower curtain.
“Um, I was actually talking to myself?” I replied. He
chuckled.
“Why?”
“Why are you up? What are you even doing here?” I
screeched. Again, he laughed. Why was he standing there?
“You aren’t allowed to answer a question with a question.
House rules. Besides, I heard the shower. I wanted to make sure you were
alright,” he replied softly with that voice that was just as sexy as him
shirtless.
“I am fine. Really. No need to worry!” I squealed over my
shoulder, my eyes pinched shut. My warped rationale was that if my eyes were
closed, he could not see me. I opened them and shook my head. I was lame.
“Bleu? It’s almost 3 am. Why in the world aren’t you
sleeping?”
“Every time I try to sleep I think about my brother. And
if I am not thinking about him and his stupid ass, I am thinking about your
ass!” I replied.
“My ass? You are thinking about my ass?”
“I meant you! Not your ass,” I said quickly. He chuckled.
“You were thinking about me huh?”
“Yes Jack, you. Alright? I was thinking about you. I
don’t want to lead you on. I would feel bad. That’s all.” I replied, my face
feeling hot.
He laughed.
“This is not funny Jack! Stop laughing!”
“Actually it is! No one ever said that we had to get
married. You act like I am picking out our wedding china. You are like a
high strung poodle!” he remarked. He moved closer to the shower curtain. My
breath hitched in my chest.
“Um what are you doing?” I whimpered.
“Nice view,” he said huskily. My face felt hot and so did
my nether regions. Turning around to scold him, I gasped as I realized that I
gave him a full frontal view.
“That view is even better!” he replied. I spun around and
covered myself again, earning a chuckle from him.
“This was not a good idea!” I yelped.
“What wasn’t?”
“This, staying over, taking a shower,
comforter on the bed, I had a brief thought of him in here with me, naked,
doing dirty things. I shook my head and told myself to knock it off. I pulled
back the comforter, laid down and turned off the light. He never did put that shirt on, the bastard.
Sleep was not happening. The clock moved slowly. Looking
at it, I saw it was almost 3 am. Tossing and turning, I kept thinking about my
brother and the fight that we had earlier. Every time I stopped thinking about
him, I thought of my brief kiss with Jack. Or I thought of Jack shirtless. That
untouched area between my legs throbbed at the thought and I willed the desire
I was feeling to go away. I did not need to do anything stupid right now. A shower, that’s what I needed to calm my
nerves and maybe make me relaxed so that I could finally get some sleep.
Opening the door silently, I peeked out of the room. Jack was slept peacefully
on the couch; one leg peeked out of the blankets. On my trek to the bathroom, I
tiptoed and then held my breath as I opened the door. Turning on the light, I
shut the door quietly. In less than a minute I was naked. Turning on the water,
I turned the water temperature to hot and held my hand under the stream of
water, waiting for it to heat up. I tied up my hair in a messy ponytail, slid
the clear shower curtain to the side and I climbed in. Biting my lip to keep
from yelping, I stood to the side until I could get used to the temperature of
the water. Letting the shower hit my skin, I closed my eyes. The awkward
kiss played in my head over and over again, like a movie preview. My eyes
snapped open and I tried to reason with my conscience.
“Stop this Bleu. You need to be honest with yourself. Are
you ready for this? Were you really in a relationship with Carl? Okay, okay too many questions. You have to think
about something else. Yes. Anything else but him,” I said, giving myself a pep
talk. I looked around the shower stall for the soap.
“Who are you talking to?” asked Jack. Jumping, I tried to
cover myself, turning towards the wall. Damn clear shower curtain.
“Um, I was actually talking to myself?” I replied. He
chuckled.
“Why?”
“Why are you up? What are you even doing here?” I
screeched. Again, he laughed. Why was he standing there?
“You aren’t allowed to answer a question with a question.
House rules. Besides, I heard the shower. I wanted to make sure you were
alright,” he replied softly with that voice that was just as sexy as him
shirtless.
“I am fine. Really. No need to worry!” I squealed over my
shoulder, my eyes pinched shut. My warped rationale was that if my eyes were
closed, he could not see me. I opened them and shook my head. I was lame.
“Bleu? It’s almost 3 am. Why in the world aren’t you
sleeping?”
“Every time I try to sleep I think about my brother. And
if I am not thinking about him and his stupid ass, I am thinking about your
ass!” I replied.
“My ass? You are thinking about my ass?”
“I meant you! Not your ass,” I said quickly. He chuckled.
“You were thinking about me huh?”
“Yes Jack, you. Alright? I was thinking about you. I
don’t want to lead you on. I would feel bad. That’s all.” I replied, my face
feeling hot.
He laughed.
“This is not funny Jack! Stop laughing!”
“Actually it is! No one ever said that we had to get
married. You act like I am picking out our wedding china. You are like a
high strung poodle!” he remarked. He moved closer to the shower curtain. My
breath hitched in my chest.
“Um what are you doing?” I whimpered.
“Nice view,” he said huskily. My face felt hot and so did
my nether regions. Turning around to scold him, I gasped as I realized that I
gave him a full frontal view.
“That view is even better!” he replied. I spun around and
covered myself again, earning a chuckle from him.
“This was not a good idea!” I yelped.
“What wasn’t?”
“This, staying over, taking a shower,
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