didn’t like her checking up on me and said, “Are you sure? I guess I’ll just crash at Alex’s then. Although it seems all her guestrooms are under renovation and I’m gonna have to shack up with her.”
“Doesn’t she have any couches you could sleep on?” She only seemed slightly annoyed.
I ambled out of the car and started up Caitlin’s drive. “She said all her couches were contaminated.”
“Contaminated? With what?”
“Caterpillars.”
“Caterpillars? I don’t know how to tell you this Thomas, but I think she’s just trying to get you into bed. Hey, can you hold on one sec, someone’s at my door.”
Caitlin opened the door, put the phone up to her mouth, and said, “You’re a dick.”
I walked past her, noticing the pair of plaid boxers and extra-large Supersonics tee she was wearing were both once possessions of mine. I walked into her compact kitchen, grabbed a bowl from the synthetic oak cabinet, and snagged the box of Lucky Charms (my Lucky Charms) from atop the fridge.
From the corner of my eye I could see Caitlin smirking and no doubt getting all warm and fuzzy. Men hate when women come into their house and act like they own the place. Women on the other hand, find the act a smidgen beneath a marriage proposal. I had the distinct impression Caitlin’s ovaries were huddled together in her fallopian tube watching my every move like an episode of Sex in the City .
Damage control. I asked platonically, “Do you mind if I have a bowl of cereal?”
“Yes.”
Damn, a trap. “Well, I’m having one anyway.”
“Suit yourself.” She’d been sitting on the back of a blue leather couch and fell back disappearing from view.
I ate two bowls of cereal and read the Sunday comics. I laughed out loud at FoxTrot and Zits, and both times Caitlin’s head popped up like a periscope. I rinsed my bowl and put it in the dishwasher (I was a guest remember), then walked into the downstairs bathroom. There was a small closet where Caitlin kept extra towels. I felt around the top shelf with my hand until my fingers found the edge of a Ziploc bag. The bag contained two disposable razors, a small can of shaving cream, a toothbrush, and a small tube of Aquafresh.
I stashed the kit and walked out of the bathroom. Caitlin patted the seat next to her and I wasn’t interested in the repercussions if I sat on the floor. She said I looked tense and asked if I wanted a massage. I don’t think anyone in the history of the world has ever turned down a massage and I wasn’t going to be the first.
Chapter 15
Caitlin had fallen asleep on the couch while I was returning the favor and I’d taken the liberty of stealing her bed. I’m still confused as to how I woke up with my hand wrapped firmly around her waist. She must have snuck in bed at some point and I guess old habits die hard, especially subconscious ones.
Caitlin squirmed, then turned and faced me. Our faces were inches from each other and I’m not sure who initiated it, but next thing I knew, Caitlin’s tongue was tickling my small intestines.
It was a routine I knew well and one I enjoyed thoroughly. I slipped the Supersonics tee over Caitlin’s head, exposing her perfect breasts. She reached for my boxer briefs and the reality of the situation hit me. I took a deep breath and said, “We can’t. This would only complicate things for the both of us.”
She nodded her head in agreement but I could tell she was bruised by my chastity. The both of us laid there basking in the awkward moment, similar to the dust particles dancing within the brilliant morning rays, when the phone rang. Caitlin plucked the phone off the bedside table and said, “Dr. Dodds.”
I decided to make my getaway. I picked my clothes off the floor and snuck into the bathroom. I elected against a shower and washed my face with Caitlin’s Clinique bar, then threw on my same duds from the night before.
Caitlin’s stick of deodorant was sitting on the counter and I
“Doesn’t she have any couches you could sleep on?” She only seemed slightly annoyed.
I ambled out of the car and started up Caitlin’s drive. “She said all her couches were contaminated.”
“Contaminated? With what?”
“Caterpillars.”
“Caterpillars? I don’t know how to tell you this Thomas, but I think she’s just trying to get you into bed. Hey, can you hold on one sec, someone’s at my door.”
Caitlin opened the door, put the phone up to her mouth, and said, “You’re a dick.”
I walked past her, noticing the pair of plaid boxers and extra-large Supersonics tee she was wearing were both once possessions of mine. I walked into her compact kitchen, grabbed a bowl from the synthetic oak cabinet, and snagged the box of Lucky Charms (my Lucky Charms) from atop the fridge.
From the corner of my eye I could see Caitlin smirking and no doubt getting all warm and fuzzy. Men hate when women come into their house and act like they own the place. Women on the other hand, find the act a smidgen beneath a marriage proposal. I had the distinct impression Caitlin’s ovaries were huddled together in her fallopian tube watching my every move like an episode of Sex in the City .
Damage control. I asked platonically, “Do you mind if I have a bowl of cereal?”
“Yes.”
Damn, a trap. “Well, I’m having one anyway.”
“Suit yourself.” She’d been sitting on the back of a blue leather couch and fell back disappearing from view.
I ate two bowls of cereal and read the Sunday comics. I laughed out loud at FoxTrot and Zits, and both times Caitlin’s head popped up like a periscope. I rinsed my bowl and put it in the dishwasher (I was a guest remember), then walked into the downstairs bathroom. There was a small closet where Caitlin kept extra towels. I felt around the top shelf with my hand until my fingers found the edge of a Ziploc bag. The bag contained two disposable razors, a small can of shaving cream, a toothbrush, and a small tube of Aquafresh.
I stashed the kit and walked out of the bathroom. Caitlin patted the seat next to her and I wasn’t interested in the repercussions if I sat on the floor. She said I looked tense and asked if I wanted a massage. I don’t think anyone in the history of the world has ever turned down a massage and I wasn’t going to be the first.
Chapter 15
Caitlin had fallen asleep on the couch while I was returning the favor and I’d taken the liberty of stealing her bed. I’m still confused as to how I woke up with my hand wrapped firmly around her waist. She must have snuck in bed at some point and I guess old habits die hard, especially subconscious ones.
Caitlin squirmed, then turned and faced me. Our faces were inches from each other and I’m not sure who initiated it, but next thing I knew, Caitlin’s tongue was tickling my small intestines.
It was a routine I knew well and one I enjoyed thoroughly. I slipped the Supersonics tee over Caitlin’s head, exposing her perfect breasts. She reached for my boxer briefs and the reality of the situation hit me. I took a deep breath and said, “We can’t. This would only complicate things for the both of us.”
She nodded her head in agreement but I could tell she was bruised by my chastity. The both of us laid there basking in the awkward moment, similar to the dust particles dancing within the brilliant morning rays, when the phone rang. Caitlin plucked the phone off the bedside table and said, “Dr. Dodds.”
I decided to make my getaway. I picked my clothes off the floor and snuck into the bathroom. I elected against a shower and washed my face with Caitlin’s Clinique bar, then threw on my same duds from the night before.
Caitlin’s stick of deodorant was sitting on the counter and I
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