pressing my naked bottom against his large—
“Hey! You about done in there?” The sound of my very annoyed roommate wrenched me from my fantasy.
Holy crap!
“I’m almost done,” I shouted, completely mortified.
Shit. What the hell was that?
“All I know is there better be some hot water left or I’m going to be seriously pissed.” A loud pounding shook the bathroom door and the chafed voice continued to yammer.
I rinsed myself off at a breakneck pace, wrapping myself in a towel and exiting the shower, avoiding the annoyed stare of my somewhat phantom roommate, Martha, as I flew out the door. Visibly pissed, I was afraid she’d incinerate me with her scary, kohl-lined eyes and freaky mojo.
I darted back to my room, quickly throwing on some clothes, all the while trying to make sense of what just happened.
I just had a sex fantasy about Quinn. I’m in so much trouble.
Having only known Quinn for a couple of days, our relationship, if that’s what you could call it, was in its infancy. If I was already having steamy sex fantasies about him when I barely knew him, I could only imagine the level of sexual frustration I was in for in the weeks to come, given my inability to touch him.
I sat on the edge of my bed, running a comb through my hair, when my cell phone went off. I jumped, dropping the comb onto the floor. Bending down with a groan, I plucked it from the carpet before reaching for my phone, which sat on my nightstand. Jessica’s smiling face shone on the small screen.
I flipped the phone open and placed it against my ear. “What are you doing calling me? Where are you?” I asked, surprised she’d be up and out of the apartment so early. With all that had happened in the past twenty-four hours, I had a lot to tell her and was a bit disappointed she wasn’t home for me to talk to.
“Hey. I’m up the street at the coffee shop. Steering clear of Martha,” she said with a jittery sigh. “Do you want anything?”
I finished combing out my hair as I talked. “Thanks, but no. No time. Class starts soon and I’m running late. I need to talk to you, though. You gonna be home this afternoon?”
“Yeah. We need to talk about Martha as well. Do you know she actually told me if I touched any of her stuff, she’d put a hex on me? She’s crazy!”
I snorted and placed a hand over my mouth to stifle my laughter. I felt horrible for losing it, as our roommate dilemma was really no laughing matter. “I’m sorry,” I said and giggled, no longer able to contain myself. “When is it that she’s giving you crap? Seriously, I never see her around. Ever.” Martha’s irritated pounding on the bathroom door a bit ago was the first real interaction I’d had with her.
“Go ahead. Laugh all you want. I caught a peek of her room, and I’m telling you, Voodoo Martha has some seriously creepy stuff floating around. She’s gonna put the whammy on either one or the both of us.” Jessica snickered as she spoke, and I knew that although our creepy roommate irritated the crap out of her, she was comfortable enough to make light of the situation. I knew she inevitably would be okay.
“Okay, got some reading to do. Talk to you later!” she said, and hung up.
I set my cell down, still smiling, and sat down near the outlet closest to my bed with hair dryer in hand. I wasn’t about to go back into the bathroom and face Pissy Girl again, opting to dry my hair in the sanctuary of my own room.
A short while later, after deeming myself fit for human eyes (faerie eyes as well), I grabbed my book bag off the floor and headed out to class.
Ambling across the lawns toward the center of campus, my stomach cried out, demanding to be fed. The damn thing needed to shut it. Didn’t it know I was watching my calorie intake?
“Jaysus, woman! Does your belly always make so much noise?”
I let out a loud squeak and jumped, dropping my book bag onto the ground in the process. I whirled around to see Quinn chuckling
“Hey! You about done in there?” The sound of my very annoyed roommate wrenched me from my fantasy.
Holy crap!
“I’m almost done,” I shouted, completely mortified.
Shit. What the hell was that?
“All I know is there better be some hot water left or I’m going to be seriously pissed.” A loud pounding shook the bathroom door and the chafed voice continued to yammer.
I rinsed myself off at a breakneck pace, wrapping myself in a towel and exiting the shower, avoiding the annoyed stare of my somewhat phantom roommate, Martha, as I flew out the door. Visibly pissed, I was afraid she’d incinerate me with her scary, kohl-lined eyes and freaky mojo.
I darted back to my room, quickly throwing on some clothes, all the while trying to make sense of what just happened.
I just had a sex fantasy about Quinn. I’m in so much trouble.
Having only known Quinn for a couple of days, our relationship, if that’s what you could call it, was in its infancy. If I was already having steamy sex fantasies about him when I barely knew him, I could only imagine the level of sexual frustration I was in for in the weeks to come, given my inability to touch him.
I sat on the edge of my bed, running a comb through my hair, when my cell phone went off. I jumped, dropping the comb onto the floor. Bending down with a groan, I plucked it from the carpet before reaching for my phone, which sat on my nightstand. Jessica’s smiling face shone on the small screen.
I flipped the phone open and placed it against my ear. “What are you doing calling me? Where are you?” I asked, surprised she’d be up and out of the apartment so early. With all that had happened in the past twenty-four hours, I had a lot to tell her and was a bit disappointed she wasn’t home for me to talk to.
“Hey. I’m up the street at the coffee shop. Steering clear of Martha,” she said with a jittery sigh. “Do you want anything?”
I finished combing out my hair as I talked. “Thanks, but no. No time. Class starts soon and I’m running late. I need to talk to you, though. You gonna be home this afternoon?”
“Yeah. We need to talk about Martha as well. Do you know she actually told me if I touched any of her stuff, she’d put a hex on me? She’s crazy!”
I snorted and placed a hand over my mouth to stifle my laughter. I felt horrible for losing it, as our roommate dilemma was really no laughing matter. “I’m sorry,” I said and giggled, no longer able to contain myself. “When is it that she’s giving you crap? Seriously, I never see her around. Ever.” Martha’s irritated pounding on the bathroom door a bit ago was the first real interaction I’d had with her.
“Go ahead. Laugh all you want. I caught a peek of her room, and I’m telling you, Voodoo Martha has some seriously creepy stuff floating around. She’s gonna put the whammy on either one or the both of us.” Jessica snickered as she spoke, and I knew that although our creepy roommate irritated the crap out of her, she was comfortable enough to make light of the situation. I knew she inevitably would be okay.
“Okay, got some reading to do. Talk to you later!” she said, and hung up.
I set my cell down, still smiling, and sat down near the outlet closest to my bed with hair dryer in hand. I wasn’t about to go back into the bathroom and face Pissy Girl again, opting to dry my hair in the sanctuary of my own room.
A short while later, after deeming myself fit for human eyes (faerie eyes as well), I grabbed my book bag off the floor and headed out to class.
Ambling across the lawns toward the center of campus, my stomach cried out, demanding to be fed. The damn thing needed to shut it. Didn’t it know I was watching my calorie intake?
“Jaysus, woman! Does your belly always make so much noise?”
I let out a loud squeak and jumped, dropping my book bag onto the ground in the process. I whirled around to see Quinn chuckling
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