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He flipped the switch on the bedroom lights with his elbow and dropped the new linens on his chest of drawers. Toeing off his shoes he worked quickly to strip the bed of the old linens and with them all gathered in his arms he stopped in the bathroom doorway.
Shit. His hamper was nearly full and there was no room for a whole set of linens on top of his dirty clothes.
He was really starting to wonder what he was doing with his life.
"Fuck."
Shaking his head, he moved back into the bedroom and dropped the linens in the corner just in front of the mirror that had been on the wall since before he'd moved in and then turned back to the stripped bed.
First things first. Fitted sheet.
He bit into the inside of his cheek to keep from swearing under his breath.
"Oh, this is your room."
He turned, the fitted sheet half unfurled in his hands, and looked back at her. "Yeah. I'm changing the bedding for you."
Her eyes widened at his words. "Me? This is your bedroom." She walked right up to him and took hold of one side of the fitted sheets. "Is this the long side?"
Jacob looked down at the fabric in her hands. "I don't know."
Laughing softly, she backed up toward the foot of his bed, stretching out the sheet. "It looks a little short, but this is... a king bed?"
He nodded and licked his lips. Talking about his bed with Molly was a bit of a mind fuck. After all, how many times had he stroked himself in bed until he came all over his stomach and hand thinking of her?
Too many damn times.
He couldn't manage to talk with her hands on his sheet and her gaze settled on his face.
"Well, I have a twin in my house, but I'm guessing this is a King. So I think I have the wrong side."
Again, he really didn't need to think of Molly on a bed, any bed. And thinking of her tucking herself in on a twin bed brought up images he really didn't need. He was supposed to be her protector, but he couldn't stop the images of her spooned tightly against his front. Or her making room for him on top of her, her legs wrapped around his waist as he plowed into her on that tiny ass bed.
"Jacob?"
He blinked at the sound of her voice and saw that she was standing right in front of him instead of on the other side of the mattress.
She was smiling and tugging lightly on a corner of the sheet that he held in his hands. "Jacob, you need to let go so we can get this on the bed."
He felt like his world tipped off of its axis.
Molly was in his apartment.
His bedroom.
Helping him put sheets on his bed.
He looked down at her hand and saw the way she was grasping his sheet. Her nails were cut short, shining with some kind of polish that looked like it was just gloss.
Jacob wondered what it would be like to have her drag those nails down his chest.
Over his stomach.
And when her hand wrapped around his dick-
Fuck.
He didn't care about his sheets.
