All of a sudden his weight on top of me no longer feels comforting but suffocating. Nash is still inside me and I feel trapped. Isn’t that what my stalker wants? To play with me and watch me squirm until they go in for the kill?
“We should go.” I murmur, eager to get away from him. I don’t feel threatened in this moment, but I need some distance. With him so close, I can’t think clearly. “Whoever is using this washer machine could come back.”
The washer machine under me has stopped running while Nash and I were still in the middle of our “thing” for lack of whatever this is we keep doing.
CHAPTER TEN
UNREQUITED
TARYN
As Nash lets go of my wrists, the first thing I do is cover my exposed chest.
He keeps his eyes on me as he tugs his sweatpants back up.
Something is different in the way he’s looking at me. His dark green eyes are still intense and searching, but his gaze has lost that sharp edge it had earlier.
“Hey Nash, would you mind getting me a towel from one of the dryers? I need to clean up.”
He doesn’t hesitate and walks to the opposite side of the laundry room where the dryers have completed their cycles.
Rather than handing me the towel, he begins wiping between my legs. His touch is surprisingly gentle, and that’s more than I can take.
Tears well in my eyes, and I bite my bottom lip to keep them from falling. Why can’t he always look at me the way he is now?
“Sex without a condom is way messier than I thought.”He muses. “But I don’t regret it. Feeling you like this, with nothing between us, was fucking incredible.”
It was. And somehow that’s going to make it even harder when Nash inevitably returns to keeping his distance.
I don’t say that, though. Right now, I don’t think I could take it if he rejected me again.
“Yeah,” I say instead. “And for some reason, this is way messier than I’ve ever experienced. It’s almost like I peed myself, but I swear I didn’t.”
There’s a beat of silence, and a muscle in his jaw pops as he looks up into my eyes.
The implication is clear that I’ve gone bare with someone else.
I brace myself for his reaction, but rather than walking away or telling me that he can’t do this if he isn’t the only one, he smiles.
It’s a soft smile, as all the tension of a second ago melts away. “Yeah, I felt it too. You haven’t done this before?”
“What? Peeing myself? I swear I didn’t. Or if I did, I had no control over it.”
Nash abandons the towel on top of the washer machine to collect my discarded shorts.
“You didn’t pee yourself, trouble. You squirted.” He says, helping me put each leg into the holes and dragging the pants back up.
“I did? But whenever I saw that on video, it was different.”
“Not everything you see in porn is one hundred percent accurate, Trouble. Come on, hop down. I’ll help you carry your laundry back to your room.”
I accept the hand he offers me, and I’m glad I didbecause my knees almost buckle under me once I’m back on my feet.
“You ok, Trouble?”
The way he’s looking at me, I can’t take it.
He can’t look at me like he cares and then walk away when things get more complicated than he anticipated.
