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The consequences of kissing boys in bedrooms
Sha
Just like the last time I showered in Joh
I couldn’t help myself.
I blamed the jets.
And his body wash.
And the smell of him.
God, I was losing my mind.
When I finally climbed out of the tub, I wrapped myself up in one of the huge, fluffy, white towels hanging on his rack and sighed when the luxurious fabric grazed my skin.
Joh
For a long time, I just stood there in the middle of his bathroom, listening to absolutely nothing.
No screaming voices.
No stomping footsteps.
No rattling door handles.
No feelings of impending doom.
Just peace.
When the cold finally got the better of me, I dried myself off and slipped my bra back on.
Wearing a bra was a waste of time considering I didn’t have much to conceal and what I did have were perky and stayed up on their own.
They certainly didn’t match up to the breasts those models on his bedroom wall displayed proudly…
However, ten seconds into wearing my bra, I was quickly yanking it back off with a shudder.
It was soaked right through, along with my underwear.
I spent an inordinate amount of time folding my underwear into the tiniest ball I could before wrapping my bra around them.
Embarrassed that I didn’t have my schoolbag to tuck them inside of, I stood like a fool in the middle of his bathroom, panicking.
Logic told me I was being silly, but the thought of Joh
Giving up, I decided to tuck them in my balled-up school tights before wrapping myself in a towel and heading back to his room.
This time, when I stepped out of the bathroom, I was prepared for Sookie and found her snoozing on the bed.
I was not, however, prepared for the sight of Joh
He was standing in front of his chest of drawers with his back to me, a towel on the floor at his feet, and was in the process of pulling a pair of boxers up his thighs.
God, he even had muscles on his ass.
How was that even possible?
And then Joh
"Like what you see?" he teased, arching his brow.
"Oh, god," I squeaked and then tore my gaze away from his round, tight ass. "I'm so sorry." Spi
"It's fine, Sha
Let me die.
Dear God, open the ground and let me fall through it.
"I, uh…" Shaking my head, I tightened my grip on my towel. "It's…uh–"
"I had a shower in my parents' ensuite," Joh
"Oh." I blew out a ragged breath and shifted from foot to foot. "Okay, yeah, that makes sense."
"It's okay, Sha
"I know that," I blurted out, panicked.
He chuckled softly. "Then why are you still facing the wall?"
Dammit.
Inhaling a steadying breath, I swung around and faced him.
My gaze automatically swept over him and my heartrate spiked.
For once, Joh
Nope, that was down to the rest of him.
The almost naked rest of him.
He was wearing a pair of tight, white boxer shorts and that was it.
No shirt.
No pants.
No jumper.
No socks.
Just a pair of Calvin Klein's that hung low on his V indented hips – identical to the pair that I had worn of his last week.
The pair I had been sleeping in for nights.
God, I was pathetic.
Everything I had imagined from the moment I laid eyes on him was right in front of me.
And with this unobstructed view came the realization that both my imagination and my visual memory sucked.
I already knew he had a nice body.
I remembered his chest from that day.
Or at least I thought I had.
Apparently not, because Holy Mary Mother of God, up close, he was something else.
His chest was bare and his pectorals were toned, his stomach was ripped.
I mean, he was seriously ripped.
Not like the six-pack my brother sported or any of the lads I'd seen swapping jerseys after Joey's matches.
His entire body was a solid mass of hardcore, chiseled muscle.
I held my breath as I allowed my eyes to wander over him, absorbing the sight of rippled abs, sun-kissed, golden skin, the dark trail of hair under his navel, and that amazing way he smelled.
Like soap and grass and Joh It wasn’t fair to give this much beauty to one person. They could have spread it out across the entire school and he'd still be perfect. "What happened here?" Joh Confused and frazzled, I let out a shaky breath and looked up at him. "Huh?" "You have a red mark," Joh My brows rose up. "I do?" He nodded, blue eyes locked on mine. "Yes, Sha Slipping around him, I padded into the bathroom to check in the mirror. Sure enough, my right cheek was red and blotchy where the rest of me was milk bottle pale. That would be my father's backhand, I thought to myself. "Well?" Joh I leaned forward, stretching over the sink to get a better look in the mirror. Joh And then he proceeded to hover behind me, his bare chest rubbing against my back, as he stared at my reflection in the mirror, face set in a deep frown. I didn’t think he realized he was doing it – brushing his body against mine. His focus had moved from my cheek to my neck. His expression was dark, face turning a dark shade of purple. "What the fuck is this?" he hissed. I followed his gaze to the faint purplish finger prints lining my neck. Awareness dawned on me. My Dad. Last night. Oh, god. "I don’t know," I replied, feigning confusion, deciding it was safer to stick to the original story. If I backpedaled now, Joh "You don’t know?" he asked quietly, eyes locked on mine in the mirror. Shaking my head, I let my shoulders fall. "No idea." "Is someone hurting you, Sha "No one is hurting me, Joh My heart was racing so hard I feared it might burst. It was a terrible concoction of fear, uncertainty, and lust all rolled into one complicated ball of emotions in the pit of my stomach. Reaching up with one hand, Joh He didn’t ask permission if he could touch me. He just did it. Then his fingers were tracing the fingerprints left by my father, his featherlight touch making my entire body tremble. "Someone touched you," Joh