AllFreeNovel
Share Us
28
Beau
“You shower first, I’ll wait,” I said, flopping down on my big bed. The bed I’d be sharing with Gigi tonight. My cock liked that idea. A lot. It was getting more and more difficult to talk that bastard down when it came to Gigi.
“Thanks,” she said before letting out a loud yawn. I watched her walk into the bathroom, carrying her shampoo and other bottles and bags of shit. When she shut the door, my hand immediately lowered to my dick.
It was semi-hard already, working toward a full hard-on. I could take care of myself while Gigi was in the shower.
Gigi was in the shower. Naked. Soapy water running all over her—
“Forgot something,” she said, scurrying out the door in—a towel. Only a towel. I nearly came right there, my eyes focused on her as she bent over to her suitcase—that towel riding up almost but not quite past the edge of her ass.
She ran back through the open door.
I officially had a hard-on. Fuck, it ached like a mother. Instead of seeing to it, I decided to get up and turn the TV on.
Nothing good was on. A war special aired on one of the historical channels, so I set it on that with hopes watching all that shooting, and death would cool down my lower regions.
It hadn’t worked. At all. My brain was full of everything Geneviève.
How she moved on the ice, the way she danced with me in her kitchen as well as on skates at the rink, her pink cheeks and messy hair when she was working out or practicing.
The way she’d cleaned and cleared her entire kitchen to make sure everything in there was safe for me to eat. Recipes she’d adapted so I could eat them.
Lunches packed for me every day.
My brain kept replaying everything she did for me. And every kiss we’d shared.
“Your turn,” she said, coming around the corner in a cute pajama set. Pink tank top and tiny shorts. I groaned inwardly. This was not helping.
I adjusted myself when she was turned the other way looking for the remote. If I’d spoken, I was pretty sure my voice would have cracked.
Or I would have pounced on her.
In the shower, my hand found my dick, ready to relieve some tension. It was tempting, but it wasn’t the kind of attention I was craving.
What I wanted was Gigi in here with me, helping me in every way possible.
I chuckled to myself as I thought about my brother’s words and how true they were. In the short time I’d known her, Trey and his damn veterinarian brother of his had both been ready to make their own moves on Gigi.
With me standing right there.
Fuck, I had to tell her how I felt. Let her know the truth. Make a move and risk her turning me down.
For a moment, I searched my mind for the last time I was this nervous about making the moves on a girl before. High school? Elementary school? Nothing popped into my memory.
No one.
I’d never been this nervous. Getting girls had never been a problem for me before. Part of me had been a little surprised that Gigi hadn’t made some kind of move on me.
That was before I heard her conversation with her mom.
It was a very real possibility this time that G would not only turn me down, but also send me packing. Or worse—I’d have to live with her for months until the end of the season, knowing and remembering how she’d refused me.
My cock was no longer an issue. Too scared by what might happen. Or might not.
Time to face the music. This wasn’t going to get any easier the longer I waited.
