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I really wanted to argue with her, but I also wanted to flee, so I chose the second option and shut myself in my room with a pile of books.
* * *
Later on thatnight I left my room to go take a shower. I tried to let the hot water soothe the tension from my body, but it wasn’t working. So far, I hadn’t gotten desensitized to Lark. If anything, I was more and more aware of her with each day that passed. I ran my hand down my belly and slid it between my legs.
The other side effect of Lark Awareness was being constantly horny. It distracted me at work, when I came home, when I was trying to sleep, all the time.
I hadn’t snuck my mini waterproof vibe in with me, but right now I didn’t need it. My hands had years of experience and knew what they were doing. Slickness that had nothing to do with the water from the showerhead ran down my leg as I circled my clit before sliding two fingers inside to press at my g-spot, then back out to tease my clit again. The other hand was hard at work pulling and pinching my nipples and before I had prepared myself, an orgasm crashed through my body, causing me to lean up against the shower wall for support as my body gave itself over to pleasure.
I stepped back under the water and went on with my shower routine, even though I could have come again easily. If I needed to come again to get to sleep, I could do it in bed with one of my toys.
I left the bathroom wrapped in my bath sheet and listened for Lark. Nothing. Being as quiet as I could, I crept over to her door and listened. Nothing. I was just about to leave when her door opened, and I fell right into a warm body.
“Fuck!” I yelled at the same time as she screeched. The two of us almost fell to the ground, but somehow she had enough presence of mind to keep both of us upright.
In the chaos, my towel slipped and landed in a heap on the floor.
“Shit,” I said, leaning down to snatch it up and cover myself, even though she’d seen me naked already.
“What the hell are you doing?” Lark asked, her entire face red as I fumbled to cover myself.
“Nothing,” I said, looking down to make sure my boobs weren’t hanging out as I dripped on the floor. “I was just… I was checking on you?” It sounded like a question.
“Okay,” she said, unsure as she stepped around me. “You don’t need to. I’m fine.” How many times had I said those exact words?
“Yeah, sorry,” I said, finally meeting her eyes. Her face was still red, and she was breathing a little heavily. I didn’t miss the way her eyes flicked up and down my body.
I had an impulse and did it without thinking: I dropped the towel.
“What are you doing?” Lark asked, her eyes going wide.
“Oops,” I said.
Before I knew what was happening, Lark was pushing me up against the wall and her mouth crashed over mine.
I let out a little gasp that she swallowed as she kissed me, her entire body shaking as if she’d been holding herself back. Lark didn’t seem to mind that I was still wet from the shower as her hands grabbed at my skin and she tried to pull me closer as I grasped at her clothes.
Just as I was pulling at her shirt, she stepped backwards.
“I’m sorry,” she said, putting her hand to her mouth. “I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?” I asked.
Lark closed her eyes, as if she couldn’t look at me anymore. “We shouldn’t.”
On some level, I knew she was right, but right now I was too horny, and she was too sexy to care.
“Please, Syd,” she said softly.
“Okay, fine,” I said, picking up my towel. “I’m covered again.”
She squinted her eyes open and then went to the bathroom without another word. I stood there in a puddle and tried to get my shit together to go back to my room.
* * *
Lark didn’t sayanything about the kiss the next morning, and I didn’t bring it up either. There was definitely an awkwardness between us, so I escaped to the pottery shop as quickly as I could, so I didn’t have to be with her. This was her first week full-time at the coffee shop, and I wanted to wish her good luck, but I just kept my mouth shut.
“I have so much to do before book club,” Joy said as we ate our usual Monday lunch.
