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I almost dare him to push by me. I would love to grab him by the throat and throw him with ease into the next town.
But this is a little more fun right now. Sure as hell better than actually sitting down and studying.
I move and Ward hurries into the dorm.
I shut the door and fold my arms.
He’s standing there, looking left to right, hands balled up into fists.
“What are you looking for?” I ask.
Oh, he’s looking for evidence that I fucked his sister.
Oh, this is good. No. This is great.
“What the hell is going on around here?” Ward asks.
“Not sure this is any of your business, Ward. You better take off. I’ll tell Willow you stopped by.”
Ward glares at me.
He tries to be cool and defiant, walking to the table, pulling out a chair. He pushes away the books that I’m supposed to be studying. If the guy had half a brain he’d realize what is going on here.
Ward sits down. He puts his feet up on the table.
“I think I’ll sit right here,” he says.
“Man, you’re a little sick if you ask me. Sitting there, staring at the bathroom door, knowing your sister is in there. Naked. Touching herself… with soap, of course.”
Ward instantly pops back up. “That’s not funny at all. You want to talk like that?”
“I think I just did.”
“You get the hell out of here, Jax. You don’t belong here. I’ll have a talk with my sister.”
“And do what? Tell her she’s not allowed near me? Come on, dude, that’s the oldest story in the world. You tell someone to stay away and it just makes things… hotter.”
Ward’s eyes look ready to pop out of his head. “You’re pushing it.”
“Pushing what? I’m standing right here. I’m being very respectful of your sister. I can’t stop picturing her in the shower… then again… maybe I don’t have to picture it…”
I take one step and Ward lunges to get in my way.
“You have to pick your fights better than this, Ward,” I say.
“Stay away from her. Get out of here. I’m not joking.”
I don’t move an inch.
The shower stops.
Now to be fair, right now, this moment, I am thinking about Willow. Right now she’s reaching for a towel. She’s touching herself with it. You know she has to touch everywhere with the towel…
The bathroom door opens a crack.
“I have to run to my bedroom,” Willow calls out. “I forgot clothes.”
“Doesn’t bother me one bit,” I call back to her.
