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“Is it because you aren’t getting real dick?” my dad asks.
“Holy shit, Dad,” I groan. Tenn, like the asshole he is, just laughs. “Shut the fuck up, Tenn.”
“I think we need to have a girls’ day,” Brenda says.
A girls’ day with my mom and Brenda, I’d rather dip my hand is boiling oil. I look at Tenn with pleading eyes, and he just shrugs. Asshole.
“But wait, is that why you have all the dildos? It’s been said that a woman craves cock and maybe that is what you are trying to make up for by using the plastic variety,” my dad says before taking a sip of his coffee.
“Could we please stop fucking talking about it? Brenda, I think a girls day is a great idea,” I say and immediately regret it.
I just wanted to stop talking about my dildos, and now I’ve agreed to a girl’s day with these two. They are going to want to go to the sex shop or some shit. Maybe I will be busy or sick that day.
“Great, I’ll plan it and text you all the details,” Brenda says smiling.
Great.
**
“Where are you going?” Tenn asks when he walks out of the bathroom.
I look up from my phone, and my eyes bug out of my head. He’s standing there holding a fucking towel over his cock. It’s not wrapped around him, he’s just holding it there. If he turns around I will get an up close and personal view of his naked ass. He’s dripping wet, and I watch a glistening bead of water run down his solid chest, over his six pack, and under the towel. What a lucky drop of water. He pushes back his drenched hair with one hand, while the other holds tightly to the towel. These little things make his muscles flex and it makes me want to reach out and touch his colorful ink.
Shaking my head of those crazy thoughts, I cover my eyes with my hand. “Why the fuck don’t you have the towel around your waist like a normal person?” I shriek.
I hear him laugh, but I’m too nervous to move my hand. He moves closer to me, and I squeeze my eyes closed under my hand. “I wanted to see if you liked what you saw,” he whispers.
“What? I didn’t even look.” I screech.
“Oh you looked, Regan. You studied, as a matter of fact.”
“Tennyson, I did not. Now please go put some clothes on,” I yell, hoping he leaves soon because the need to pull my hand away is starting to grow.
“There weren’t any towels in there, that’s why it’s not wrapped around my waist,” he says, and I hear his footsteps to his room. “Oh, Regan?” I turn around and he’s stand in his doorway. “You did look.” He winks and closes the door.
What the hell? That’s not what I needed to see before my date with Henry. I try clearing my head of his body and lightly knock on his door. “Tenn, I’m going out. I’ll be home later.”
“Be careful,” he shouts and opens the door. “And be good.”
I smile and walk away. Like he’s one to tell someone to be good.
**
Henry and I are sitting at a small table at Green Room, sipping on our drinks.
“So you live with a guy?” he asks, taking a pull of his beer.
“Yep. Tenn and I grew up together and are best friends. That doesn’t bother you does it?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
He shrugs and rests his arms on the table. “I’m not sure. Should it bother me?”
I smile and reach over to hold his hand. “Definitely not,” I say, looking him right in the eyes.
Pulling my hand to his mouth, he kisses my palm and grins at me. “Then it doesn’t bother me.”
“Good. So how is it moving back in with your parents’? I’d never be able to do it.”
“Luckily they have an apartment over the garage, and I’m staying there. It’s bad enough being there, if I had to live in the house with them I’d probably hang myself,” he says, tilting his head. “I love them, but in small doses.”
