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“Really, Bryn? She's a completely different shape to me.”
“Mmm. True. You have a bit more here.” He gestures at his chest and I narrow my eyes. “Sorry. I said the wrong thing again, didn't I?”
“I meant she's a lot taller,” I say icily. “And I don’t share her taste in clothes.”
“Oh. Right. Um. Yes, she is.” At least he has the decency to look embarrassed. He indicates my bag. “Did you manage to rescue much?”
I slump onto his sofa. “Not a lot. My laptop drowned though. Not good, I need that for uni.” I plonk on the sofa, grateful for a warm and luxurious house taking the edge off the dizzy sickness I feel over my soggy life I left behind.
“You can borrow mine?” he suggests.
“Right. Not sensible to offer people access to your personal life like that.”
“I have nothing to hide.” Bryn perches on the coffee table. “You might not want to check my browsing history though. I might delete a few sites before I lend the laptop to you.”
For a moment, I don't understand what he means and then it clicks.Porn.“Ugh. Men.”
“Hey, it's normal!”
“As long as it is.”
“What?”
Crap, why am I talking about porn with Bryn? “Normal. I mean… doesn't matter.”
“Oh, right. I'm not into kinky shit like you.” He chuckles.
“What?” I choke out.
“Something about looking for a Christian Grey when we met?” His eyes sparkle and I can't tell if he's trying to distract me from the stress or if I'm overestimating his ability to be sensitive.
“Bryn, not funny.”
“You started it.”
Again, innuendo, images of Bryn and what he does like and the aching heat starts again. To make matters worse, he shifts onto the sofa next to me. The scent of the man addles my brain completely, sending a subliminal message that sex with him should be indulged in and more than once.
I sigh. Too loudly.
“What's wrong?”
Do not stare at his mouth.I switch to Bryn's eyes, the ones I should not look into either. Definitely not while I'm alone in his house with a number of options where we could give in, get naked and distract me from the crap I have to deal with tomorrow.
“Nothing. I mean my house. I bet I'll be the one who has to organise all the repairs, liaise with the landlord…”
“Why should you? Let your housemates do it.”
“It's kind of my job.”
Bryn laughs. “You too?”
“What do you mean?”
“There's always one person in the group who has to be the sensible one, sort everybody's shit out.”
“Is that you?”
“Yeah. Not doing it anymore though. Had enough. You should stop too.” He rests back.
