His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm as I stand immobile to the sight of him. One of his legs is drawn up and resting on the edge of his bed while the other lay straight out, the position itself like an offering. My eyes dip to where his cock rests between his muscular thighs.
Jesus, he’s beautiful. I don’t know how long I stand, just watching him, drinking him in, I only know that when my eyes drift from his impressive cock back to his face, I’m met with a silver stare.
My palms tingle while my face blanches with shame and humiliation, and I still can’t look away.
Instead, I just stare…and he stares back at me. I know I should apologize and bolt, but I’m unable to form words, not even to offer the apology he rightfully deserves.
Or does he?
He had to have heard us last night. Did he leave his door open knowing I would see him?
Caught in the moment, in my utter stupidity, the morning light in his bedroom lifts as he lowers his eyes. I follow his gaze and see he’s hard.
Get out of here, Cecelia!
“Sorry,” I whisper, barely audible.
I don’t wait for a reply before I dash away back to the safety of Sean’s room, relieved to see him still sleeping soundly. Guilt eats me alive as he pulls me back into his hold once I hit the mattress. I lay next to him, staring through the inch view in his blinds, my heart pounding with fear and my body thrumming with exhilaration. I flip over in Sean’s arms and study him. He’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever been with. Ever. Our courting has made me feel things I’ve only dreamed about.
He’s been nothing short of incredible with me, to me.
Riddled with shame, I run my fingers through Sean’s hair before pulling him closer.
So what, I’m attracted to Dominic. Of course, I’m attracted to him. He’s got that beautiful asshole vibe thing that makes women stupid.
And this morning, though thoroughly fucked and sated, I behaved like one of them.
For the record, Dominic’s not attractive on any ordinary level. No, his looks demand attention, appreciation, much like Sean’s.
Beautiful naked man.
Of course, I’m going to look.
Because he was naked.
It means nothing.
So, all I need to do is forget about those hostile steel eyes and the fact that just minutes ago, they weren’t hostile at all. Not in the slightest.
That look was something else entirely.
“So, do I tell him?”
“That you stared at his roommate’s dick so long you got busted?”
Christy laughs on the other side of the line, enjoying herself at my expense as I unpack the grocery bags, mostly trying to find a place for the guilt cloud I’ve been under all day.
I’m completely inexperienced with the ‘I saw your roommate’s dick, and I liked it so much I gave you a guilty morning blow job’ confession. Christy is doing little to help me as I search the bachelors’ kitchen for what I need, having spent half a paycheck on a steak dinner while frosting the ‘I really only want you, but I couldn’t resist’ carrot cake I baked to make up for the lingering remorse. Because they, whoever the hell they are, say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I’m hoping it’s also the way to a sincere apology. One that I will give as soon as I can figure out how to explain myself.
I don’t want to ruin any part of what we have going for being a peeping Thomasina.
“Yeah, girl, tell him his roommate needs to cover his junk and make it sound convincing.”
“That’s lying.”
“That’s the truth. It’s not your fault you walked out of the bathroom and got eye fucked.”
“Yeah, but I’m the one who—”
“Babe. He doesn’t need to know that. I’ll be honest though, if you had spoken up this morning, it would have seemed a lot more convincing.”
We were out of the house within minutes of waking up, and I was thankful because it meant escaping Dominic. After we picked up Sean’s car from the bar where Tyler retrieved us drunk last night, we went hiking. I bitched the first half-hour because of my pounding head but felt a lot better halfway in after a lot of hydrating. Sean hates being inside. Whether I stand by and talk to him while he’s screwing with his car, or we swim or hike, the outdoors is his happy place. He’s a restless man from what I can tell, definitely not a fan of Netflix and chill, and the chill part is never chill. The man is magic with his mouth, hands, and cock, and he would much rather bend me over a tree stump in the woods than take me on his living room couch.