Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 119548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)
About her.
But this line… I’d never crossed it. Not until now. Not until I couldn’t stand it.
Was this the point of no return she’d feared from the very beginning? Was this the unavoidable change to our relationship Granny had warned us about?
Would I ever be able to come back from it?
And what if I went further next time?
I pushed off the wall and grabbed the showerhead to remove it from the dock. I cleaned the evidence of my treachery off the wall before replacing the showerhead and finishing my shower like a normal person.
No. I couldn’t do that again. I certainly couldn’t go further.
This was a one-time thing. A moment of weakness. A break in my usual composure.
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my towel around my waist, then grabbed another for my hair. I gave it a rough dry—if Deli saw me rubbing and not squeezing she’d yell at me, and the thought brought a quick smile to my face.
Maybe I needed her to yell at me.
I took a deep breath and opened the door to the bedroom, still rubbing my head. She would still be asleep, so there’d be no shouting today.
“What have I told you about rubbing your hair?” Deli’s sleepy voice carried across the room. “Oh, how’d I get over here?”
I turned in her direction. She was sitting up on my side of the bed, looking across the mattress as if it’d personally rolled her over there. The covers were pooled around her waist, and just as in my imagination a moment ago, her nipples were hard and visible through the fabric of her pyjama top.
I swallowed hard, feeling a rush of blood to my cock again. “Same as usual. You accosted me in my sleep.”
“Oh. Sorry.” She yawned. “Come here. I’ll dry your hair.”
I turned to my drawers and waved my hand at her. “No, it’s fine. You go back to sleep.”
If she touched me right now, I’d combust. I was sure of it.
I could barely even look at her, for fuck’s sake.
I grabbed some clothes from the drawer and hurried back into the bathroom. I probably set the world record for getting dressed, tossed some gel through my wet hair to make it do…something… and returned to the bedroom.
She was still sitting there, hair all askew, eyes full of sleep as they tracked my every mood. “What’s wrong with you this morning?”
“Nothing,” I said gruffly, averting my gaze from her.
“You seem weird,” she pressed. “Oh, shit. I didn’t grope you in my sleep, did I?”
It might have been easier for me if she had.
“No. It’s fine. Go back to sleep, Delilah.”
“Well, now I know there’s something wrong if you’re calling me by my full name.” The bed creaked behind me. “Freddieeeee.”
I looked at her.
That was a big fucking mistake.
She’d obviously crawled to the edge of the bed, because she was peering up at me from her hands and knees. Her pyjama top hung down, and the lower neckline gave me a front-row seat to the view of her chest.
It’d never bothered me before.
The swell of her breasts, the shape of her pebbled nipples…
Now, it was bothering me more than I could cope with.
“Will you sit up? Or put on a bra or something?” I said roughly, looking away from her and raising my hand as a shield for good measure.
Lest my perverted brain make me look again.
“Whoops. Sorry. There we go, all covered up,” she replied brightly.
I was glad one of us was all right with this situation.
“Hey, are you all right? Your cheeks are all red.”
“Hot shower,” I forced out through gritted teeth. “Bathroom is still hot.”
“Oh, okay.” She paused. “Are you sure you’re all right? You seem, I don’t know… off?”
Yeah.
You’d be feeling off, too, if you’d just masturbated to the thought of me.
“Maybe leave me alone then?” The words escaped me before I could stop them, and no sooner had I said it than regret slammed into me.
“Wow, sorry for asking.”
“Deli—”
“No, I won’t bother you anymore,” she snapped, storming into the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her before quickly poking her head back out and glaring at me. “You should leave before my annoying habit of giving a shit about you winds you up some more.”
“Wait!” I reached for her, but she slammed the door in my face.
I hit my forehead against it, leaning against the hard surface.
Shit.
“I’m sorry,” I said into the little gap between the door and the frame. “I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
She yanked the door open again, and I almost fell into her. “Damn right you shouldn’t have,” she replied, pushing against my chest as I lost my balance. “I might be your safe place, but I’m not your verbal punching bag.”