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“Are you really going to make me say it?”
My silence and expectant expression make her shake her head in amusement. She spins to face me, hooks her arms around my neck and lets out a fake sigh. “I’m your sweetheart.”
“Damn right.”
“Hmm, I need an endearment for you.” Her fingers scratch through my scruff.
“Absolutely. Just make sure it’s something that reflects my manly personality and rugged good looks.”
“Lovebug?”
I could kiss that little smirky smile off her face. “I’m a stallion. Try again.”
“Horsey?” Giggles spill out of her, and she plants a kiss on my lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll think of something, sexy pony.”
She laughs when I swat her on the ass as she turns around and heads for her bathroom. Her teasing and smart mouth have me hard and aching like always. There’s nothing I can do but distract myself. I grab us both a drink and settle onto her couch to flip through her streaming services, looking for something for us to watch. We have a lot of the same taste in movies. We’ve worked our way through quite a few comedies, thrillers, and horror movies this week.
I’m looking at a trailer for a new psychological thriller when a shriek from the bathroom has me on my feet instantly. “Maren!”
Another shrill scream sends ice down my spine. Darting down the hall and into her room, I shove her bathroom door open. Good thing it wasn’t locked, or it would’ve been smashed through. I’m prepared to find some stranger peeping through the window or even hiding in her shower. What I didn’t expect to see was Maren, her hair coated in suds, standing naked with one foot in and one foot out of the bathtub. The shower curtain is pulled back halfway, revealing the realistic fleshy looking dildo she’s wielding like a hammer, but I can’t see what she swings it at.
It makes a rubbery thud against the shower wall. “Ah! No!” she screams. She flings the dildo at the wall and in her frantic attempt to flee, her foot catches the top edge of the tub. It happens so fast. I move to try to catch her, but she grabs the shower curtain, pulling it down and ends up tangled up in it on the floor.
“Kill it!” she shouts, as I help her free of the shower curtain.
She doesn’t look like she’s hurt. “Are you okay?”
“Just kill it! Don’t let it get away!” She scrabbles her feet against the floor, scooting her bare ass across the tile until she’s almost to the doorway. Her eyes are barely open because soap keeps trickling down into them.
If my startled brain had time to imagine what she’s in such a panic over, I’d assume a snake came up the drain or maybe a rat.
No.
Hanging on the wall of the shower is a centipede. It’s not a small one—probably four inches or so in length with long legs—but it’s only a common house centipede, not at all dangerous.
It’s everything I can do not to burst out laughing while I grab a towel. “For the sake of all fucks, Maren. You scared the hell out of me.” I wipe the suds out of her eyes and back off her forehead.
Grasping the towel, she stands up and retreats to her room. “Is it dead? Did you get it?”
“I will, hang on. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes! I’ll be fine when you get that thing out of there!”
There isn’t a damn thing she finds funny about this right now. I’ve never seen her freak out over a bug or anything, but her wide eyes are fixed on the bathroom doorway like a life sized version might come barreling out.
“It’s okay,” I assure her. “I’ll get it.” The centipede wanders around the shower wall, oblivious to the panic it caused, and it takes me a couple of attempts to scoop it up. House centipedes are unbelievably fast runners. “Got it!”
Maren stares at me warily, her soapy body wrapped in the towel as I walk through her room. I take it outside and let it go on the patch of grass between the sidewalk and the road.
“Is it dead?” she demands, the second I return.
“No, there’s no reason to kill it. I let it go outside. It’s gone.”
“What if it finds its way back in?”
There’s no fighting the urge to laugh anymore. “Don’t worry, I spun it around a few times before I set it down to confuse it.”
“It’s not funny!” she says, glaring at me.
