I drop my bag by the stairs roughly to signal I’m home, shout hi into the living room and rush up the stairs, skipping every other step.
My lips curl ever so subtly, excitement building quickly inside me. I keep my bedroom lights off so it’s only the light from the laptop once more and whip my dress off, throwing it on the floor, prepped and ready for my alone time. Xypher’s website greets me automatically with BikerBB64’s profile showing five new videos posted since yesterday. Upon initial investigation, he usually only posts one video a week, but to do five in one day just as I discover his profile?
Thank you, universe.
The new videos are ten times more seductive, heightening my current situation to new levels. The first video reveals him sitting on his bike with his shirt off in tight leather pants, breathing heavily and flexing his abs, staring at the camera with his head cocked, giving attitude like I disobeyed him to sultry music.
The next one shows him flexing his hand, highlighting his veins and tan skin. In the last three, he dances tovarious sounds, seductively of course, moving his hips in circular motions, pulling his shirt up, flexing… All the good things.
The flexed arm video draws my attention the most. I don’t know why it’ssoattractive to me, but it’s getting me going so bad I can’t stand it. An intriguing idea occurs to me.
What if I picture his hand instead of mine touching me?
I intently memorize every detail about the hand; the shape, the texture, what it’d feel like on my skin…Inside of me.
“Knock, knock,” Dad says knocking on the door, opening it without waiting for me to answer.
A thud shakes the entire upstairs as I fall off the chair in a panic. I rollie pollie on the floor to my bed and rip my comforter off it, throwing everything off my bed to cover myself as much as possible. My teeth grit together from the intense stinging in my tailbone from the fall as my dad fully opens the door. In horror, I stare at my computer that’s still open to the viral biker’s hand, the seductive music playing quietly.
“Woah! You okay, champ? Did I scare you?” He studies me questioningly, brows furrowing at my odd behavior.
“Oh yeah, no worries. I was just in the middle of stretching and I hadn’t fully changed my clothes yet because I was hot,” I say with clenched teeth.
As much as I try to sound normal, the words spill from my mouth in a rush. With bated breath, I wait for his response and some sort of confirmation that he doesn’t suspect anything.
Relief washes over him. Looks like he bought it.
“Why are the lights off? Will you melt if I turn them on?” he chuckles, flicking the light switch.
Good, he’s joking.
I joke back, hissing when the light comes on acting like I’m a vampire shielding myself from the brightness. He laughs. I smile back, relaxing my shoulders while ensuring the covers tight on me.
Oh, right. I’m on the floor.
I gather the comforter wrapped around me and am about to stand up to sit on the bed when I catch him turning to my computer. As if in slow motion his head turns toward the screen.
In a panic, I leap forward to shut the laptop, but trip, my feet catching under the loosened covers pulling my feet out from under me. I land hard on the floor, catching the brunt of the fall on my elbows.
“Charlotte! Are you okay?Whathas gotten into you?” He reaches to help me up, concern brimming his face.
“Sorry, I’m okay,” I chuckle trying my best to play it off. “I was trying to stand up and got upwaytoo fast.”
My mind races for a way to get him out of my room to end this brutally awkward encounter.
Lightbulb!That’s it!
“Are you hungry? I’mstarving. Do you want to pick up some Chinese food and bring it home? We haven’t had that for a while, and it soundssogood. I could use some sweet and sour chicken.”
He pulls away, studying me curiously. I can tell he caught on to my change in topic as a distraction but is fighting the urge to ask more questions. He puts on a smile that doesn’t meet the eyes.
“Sure, hun. Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll meet you downstairs, alright? We’ll surprise Mom.”
I nod, releasing a sigh of relief. The door closes with a quietclick. I stay still, listening to his footsteps retreating down the hallway before moving an inch. Once deemed safe, I uncurl from the blanket and shut the laptop before laying down on the floor. I close my eyes and try my best not to relive what just happened. My heart pounds in my ears so hard it makes my eyes bounce with the beat beneath my eyelids.
This absolutelycannothappen again. I was being reckless and didn’t think about the consequences. My parentscannotknow I do this.
If I ever feel like doing this again anyways… That was traumatizing as hell. Who knows if I’ll get the urge again. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed to stop.
