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“How many times have you showered in the locker room at school?” Her words confuse me, but I do my best to answer.
“Probably every day after practice since I started freshman year.” I pull on my jeans, the heat burning into my thighs.
Why don’t these benches have shade over them?
“How many times have you showered there because you didn’t have anywhere else to shower?” Her mouth forms a small pucker, as she debates confiding in me. “Do you know how embarrassing that is? To have to shower at school, or go to the bathroom before school and wash yourself in the sink as best as you could. Do you know what it is like, because your mother was too busy counting calories to make sure you had water?”
“Aly?” Now I’m more confused with this new information.
“Forget it.” Aly shakes her head and starts to get up, but this time, I stop her. I pull her close and she doesn’t fight, she doesn’t have it in her.
“Come shower at my house. We can make it back for your afternoon classes.” My words go further; I think I could offer her a place to stay, we could be roommates.
“I don’t need your help.” My nemesis is getting on my nerves now.
“Aly, ignore your pride. I’ll take you to my house, you can shower. No strings attached; I won’t mess with you. You can borrow my clothes. Now let’s go.” I head back toward my truck, but I know she isn’t walking toward me.
“I don’t need you.” But my angry babe goes to the passenger side and climbs in my truck. The spot was made for her.
At my house, I grab her a towel and show her to the bathroom downstairs by my bedroom. She goes in and slams the door closed. I wouldn’t expect anything different.
In my closet, I find a pair of shorts and a t-shirt she will hate, but will make me happy. I think I have a smaller pair of boxers she could wear if she wants. I put them on the bed, and when I hear the door open, she is wrapped in a black towel and I think I might be in actual hell, because she is goddamn gorgeous; my fucking heart sputters.
Aly ignores the hungry frown on my face as she moves to stand next to me beside my bed. Her hand reaches for the boxers and pulls them on under her towel, rolling them up a few times.
Her boobs are tight in her towel, and I think I might have a stroke, because they look like they are in need of being freed.
“Stop staring at my boobs, perv.” Alyeska snorts, as if I can’t control myself.
“Whatever.” I step away from her and go and find her some socks or something to keep my hands busy. But Alyeska isn’t playing fair. She drops the towel, all while reaching for the shirt on the bed.
Those tits bounce and she giggles at my discomfort. She is cruel and I am starting to believe those rumors of her being a witch. Alyeska has me under her curse.
I swear my mouth drops open as she takes her time stretching her arms to get the shirt, arching her back to bend and then pulling it so slowly over her head.
When she is situated in my clothes, fully covered with a body made for writing songs about, she asks me what my problem is.
“Um, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you could switch from sad girl to bad girl so quickly. My body was definitely on board with the reverse strip tease, but my brain was playing catch up. I have never in my life thought someone getting dressed could be so hot.” I grab my hard dick. “But here the fuck we are, Alyeska.”
The damn woman laughs at me.
“See if I help you next time.” Throwing a pair of socks at her; before I head for the stairs.
“Wait, I’m sorry for messing with you. Thank you for letting me borrow your clothes and the shower. I needed it, and I am not good with accepting help. But I appreciate it when it comes from you.” An apology is not going to make the length in my pants go floppy.
“Let’s get something to eat before we head back.” I grab her hand and lead us up the stairs. In the kitchen, I make us both a sandwich and she eats it without complaint.
Wow, there is a first.
“Thank you.” Rinsing off her plate and putting it in the dishwasher.
“I’m surprised you didn’t ask if I poisoned it.” I chug a glass of water.
“Well, sometimes, I run out of sarcastic comments.” Aly leans against the counter across from me. The sun is coming through the window above the sink; it lights up her hair to make her dark hair glow.
“Interesting.”
“Shocked?”
