But instead, he takes a step back, and Felix comes around the table and take his place between my legs. Of course, he hasn’t gotten to do anything but kiss me, so they’ll let him be the first one to fuck me. That would be fair, after all. Except that he doesn’t move to take off his pants either. He reaches for my hands and slowly lifts me into a sitting position, brushing my hair out of my face and kissing my forehead.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He lifts me off the table and places me on my feet, one arm around me for support when my legswobble like jelly. “Then by the time you come down, food will be here.” He leads me into the hallway and up the stairs.
“Do you have any preferences for dinner?” he asks once we’re upstairs.
“Um.” I barely have the mental faculties at the moment to put one foot in front of the other, and he wants me to come up with a dinner plan? “No? I don’t know. Pizza?”
“We can do pizza,” he agrees easily as he turns on the bathroom light.
I lean against the wall as he starts the shower and gets the water to a comfortable temperature. Then he kneels in front of me and drags my ruined panties down my legs, lifting my feet to step out of them. When he stands, he moves behind me to unclasp my bra, and I look up at the mirror to find him watching me in the reflection. His fingers skim over my breasts as the bra falls to the floor. My pulse kicks up in anticipation, but instead of getting naked himself, he just slides my glasses off my face and sets them on the counter before helping me step into the hot spray of water. He tugs the shower curtain closed and I hear the door snick shut behind him when he leaves.
I slowly begin to lather boy-scented soap over my skin, wondering what I’ll do for clothes after the shower. I only have that the clothes that are currently in a pile on the dining room floor, and what I wore yesterday.
I suppose I could duck across the hall in a towel and grab my pajamas from last night. That doesn’t solve the problem of what to wear to work tomorrow, but I’ll worry about that later. For now, I just have to get clothes on my body so I can go downstairs and eat pizza with the guys.
I huff a laugh as I think about how many sanitizing wipes Elliot will have to use on the table before he’ll be willing to sit there again to do homework, let alone to eat.
I don’t regret what just happened at all. It was, in all honesty, one of the most amazing experiences of my life. Never in my wildest dreams could I have anticipated that I would end up spread out on a table, coming my brains out from the efforts of three different tongues. That’s a thing that happens to other girls, not to me.
When I turn off the water and push the curtain aside, I realize there’s no need for me to go across the hall for clothes at all. Sitting on top of the counter is a folded pair of Superman pajama pants and a T-shirt from a speedcubing competition.
Smiling, I put on my borrowed clothes and head downstairs for pizza, and probably another evening of that nerdy TV show. These guys really are sweet, and I decide to do my best to pay attention and try to enjoy the show that obviously means so much to them. I’m glad they want me to stay, and even gladder that they insisted on proving it to me.
Chapter Thirteen
“Can we at least walk you to the door?” asks Lukas, climbing out of the car to let me out.
We’ve spent so much of this weekend together, it’s almost weird to say goodbye in the parking lot of the newspaper office. They had spent a good amount of time this morning debating if they were going to bring me to my dorm so I could drop off my bags and then bring me to work, or if they should bring me straight here. But I eventually put us all out of our misery by informing them that I wanted them to just take me straight to the newspaper.
So they’ve dropped me at work with both of my bags. They tried to argue with me about how I’d have to then carry them home on the bus later, but it’s just a backpack and a small duffel bag, not giant suitcases. Besides, I didn’t want them to have to go even more out of their way.
“I think I can manage to walk twenty feet up a sidewalk,” I point out. “You can see the door from here, you’ll even know I got inside safely.” I don’t roll my eyes as I say it, even though I want to. I know their insistence on making sure I’m safe comes from a good place.
Sebastian frowns as he holds my backpack out for me to slip my arms through the straps. “I thought men were always supposed to walk women to the door.”
“At the end of a date, sure,” I correct him, taking my overnight bag out of Felix’s hands. “This is just you guys dropping me off at work. Totally different.”
“We did spend the weekend together,” he points out.
“Studying,” I say. He looks like he’s about to protest, so I add, “And yes, movie night and … other things. But it wasn’t a date, remember?”
Sebastian looks to his roommates for support, but they don’t say anything. Eventually, he nods in agreement.
“Good. Now get home safe, and watch out for deer,” I tell them, spouting the line my mother always says to Dad whenever he gets in the car. I’m not sure there has been a deer in Boston in at least a century, but it’s ingrained in me. It’s what I get for growing up outside of the city instead of in it.
I turn and begin to make my way up the sidewalk, bracing myself for whatever my editor has to throw at me today. I’ve had such a good weekend, I’m not sure I even care if Carl acts like a dick to me, and that’s a pretty good feeling.
“Wait,” calls Lukas. When I turn back, he says, “We didn’t get to give you a goodbye kiss.”
I sigh. So much for us not treating this like a date. But I don’t have time to argue with them.
“Fine, one workplace-appropriate kiss each.” The last thing I need is for one of the reporters to tell Carl they saw me making out with four different guys in front of the office.
One by one, the guys line up and kiss me chastely before returning to stand beside their car doors. None of them are in the same place they rode over here in, so they must have a different rotation for when they drive somewhere with just them. Exactly how many of these different rotations arethey keeping? Their minds are fascinating. Weird and a little exhausting at times, but fascinating.
Squaring my shoulders, I head into work, feeling their eyes on me as I walk through the front doors and into the empty lobby. When I’m far enough from the front doors that I think they can’t see, I turn back around so I can watch them drive away. But they’re still sitting there, waiting.
Shaking my head, I call the elevator with a small smile on my lips. While I’m waiting, the front door opens. I turn, expecting one of the guys to be running in with something I left in the car.
