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But desperate times call for desperate measures. It’s not like I haven’t flicked the bean to Derek a dozen times before. Then again, he was never right next door when I did it. Perhaps that’s the part my brain can’t reconcile.
I reach into my bedside drawer, grabbing my bright pink vibrator. It’s the quietest toy in my arsenal, but no less powerful.What? A girl needs options.
Positioning myself up onto my pillow, I let the towel fall away and settle into a comfortable position.
I feel very much on high alert, listening for sounds outside my bedroom door as if Derek could barge in at any moment. As I begin to touch myself, I can’t help but look over and check to make sure the door is still locked.
Upon orgasm, I do my best not to cry out, managing to stifle any moans into a quiet whimper. I didn’t dawdle or take the long way to O-town. It’s all business, quick and efficient. I don’t have time for the scenic route.
Despite this, I check the clock and realize I need to get a move on getting ready or I won’t be by the time Joe picks me up.
I slide small-patterned fishnets up over my legs, then jeans with several rips, letting the design of the fishnets show through. I pair it with a long-sleeve scoop neck black top that does a good job of exposing my collarbones and cleavage. The cold weather is perfect for this, and my Doc Martens complete the look. My hair coils into soft, beachy waves and I spray the hell out of my whole head to keep the wild look set.
There’s one thing I don’t complain about: my complexion is pretty awesome. I get it from my mother, and it’s one of the few things I can appreciate. Despite the fact that we barely speak to each other these days, I’m reminded of her daily just by looking in the mirror. So, I pat on a little powder and blush, nothing crazy. I’ve also perfected the art of winged eyeliner. Paired with a red lip, it’s simple but does the trick.
Then I’m ready. My routine is far less tedious compared to some women, and for that, I will not complain about either.
As I finish applying a touch of perfume, I hear a knock at my front door and realize it must be Joe.Shit.I don’t want Derek to answer.
Bounding out of my room and down the hallway, I’m much too late.
Derek’s hand turns the knob and pulls the door wide open. “Oh, you must be Joe,” he says, shoving his hand out for a shake.
Joe’s eyes are nothing short of bewildered. It’s like a strange sort of nightmare is playing out right in front of me. Of course, this is always how I’ve felt over the years each time Derek happens to meet someone I’m involved with.
“Um, hi,” Joe says, clearly confused as to why a man is answering my door.
“Come on in, man,” Derek says, turning to let Joe in.
Nooooooooo.I don’t want Joe to come in. I don’t want the three of us to chat. I want to leave. Correction: I very much need to leave.
“We should get going,” I interject before Joe can take three steps inside. “Don’t want to be late.” Walking toward the door, I sling my coat on and grab my purse.
“All right, you two,” Derek says. “Don’t have too much fun.”
I turn and roll my eyes at him, all the while shoving Joe out the door backwards. Of course, he takes this opportunity to throw me a devilish smile and a wink.Great. Derek bringing up the back with sin and Joe tripping in front of me. What a delightful Will sandwich.
“Oh, and do be sure to make it home by curfew,” Derek says then winks again.
He. Winks. Again.Joe starts laughing. Fucking laughing.
“Your roommate seems pretty cool,” he says as he opens his car door for me.
I grimace, ignoring the comment and feeling a sudden pain of a headache start right behind my eyes.
This little arrangement is bad for my health.
TAKE ME TO CHURCH
DEREK
Well, it couldn’t have been that good of a date. Will and Joe left sharply at seven and Will returned back to the apartment at ten. Thank fuck she was alone. I might’ve had to literally leave the apartment to avoid whatever it is they planned on doing. I don’t really even want to think about it. Being in close proximity with her is strange.
I can’t say exactly why it would’ve bothered me to hear her with another guy. I mean, sure, I’ve seen her with other guys in the past, but the idea of hearing it feels like a tad too much for me to handle.
She’s already awake this morning, moving around in the living room by the sound of it. She likes to read on Sundays, I remember that much. It’s sort of her designated reading day. I think it’s a way for her to intentionally give herself time to decompress and as far as I know, everyone seems to respect it. No one calls Will on Sundays. Hawk never makes her do any type of work on that day either.
I step out of my room, being more quiet than usual. Light steps to the bathroom, past her in the living room, and to the kitchen for coffee, which I’m sure she’s already brewed given the cup in her hand.
