I don’t like it.
Just like I don’t like knowing Benni was waiting for me, and I was too busy letting Kass drop her ass on my dick to remember.
My grip tightens almost murderously on the phone. “Kass,” I murmur, waiting her out a minute or two.
When she doesn’t stir even slightly, I stalk into the kitchen for some meds and a glass of water, not bothering to be quiet as I do it. But none of that wakes her either, leaving me no choice but to grab my clothes off the floor and amble—butt ass naked—into my room.
Fuck it.
I’m not gonna be the dick who wakes her up just for her to stumble down the hall and pass back out. It’s pointless. I’ll hop in the shower, wash the night off me, and hop back into bed with Benni for a couple hours. If she isn’t gone by the time I have to leave for work, then I’ll wake her.
Shutting the door behind me, I toss my clothes into the hamper beside the dresser and make a beeline for the connected bathroom to turn the shower on. It’s a Jack and Jill type of thing—one door leading from my bedroom, the other leading out to the short hallway.
While the water’s warming up, I open Benni’s text and type out a quick reply.
Me: I’m up. What’s wrong? Are you okay?
Her response pops up less than a minute later.
Benni: I’m fine, I just can’t sleep. I’m wired for some reason.
Shit, so am I. My head’s still fuzzy, swimming with the last of the beer/tequila combo I ingested, but I’m awake no less, and I’m definitely not going back to sleep any time soon.
Me: Give me five minutes. I’m gonna take a quick shower.
Benni: Lol, okay.
Locking the screen, I set my phone down beside the sink and hop inside the tub. The scalding water is exactly what I need, soothing the haziness of my mind as the spray pelts the top of my head. I stand there motionless for a minute or two and just close my eyes, trying my damnedest not to think about anything. I don’t want to think about Benni, don’t wanna think about Kass, don’t want to analyze any more of either situation.
And I don’t.
The moment any of those thoughts so much as flicker, I’m shaking it off, focusing on going through the motions of a normal shower—scrubbing my hair, lathering my body. It’s short-lived, though, because the second I’m drying off, the first thing I think of is to check on Kass.
Wrapping the towel around my waist, I open the door that leads out into the hallway and poke my head out. I can see the couch from here, but she’s not there, prompting me out of the bathroom. I don’t make it past the kitchen when I catch a small piece of paper and a pen left on the counter from the corner of my eye.
So we passed out, lol. Hard. You can blame the tequila for that. :P Anyway, I heard the shower turn on and decided to show myself out. I need one of those too. Thanks for another great night.
See you around. ;)
Xoxo, Kass
Well, that’s one problem solved, or so you could say. Not even slightly offended I left her to wash her scent off of me before hopping in bed to talk to another chick. She doesn’t know that tiny little detail, obviously, but from past experiences, I’ve learned that females tend to get clingy once you let them stay the night.
Then again, I didn’t let her.
It just happened.
Kind of unfair I assumed otherwise at all when Kass has been easygoing and straight up from the get-go. All she wanted was some steady dick without the commitment, an offer I couldn’t refuse when I was new to the area and stoked to have a hot-ass neighbor just a few doors down.
Funny how quick shit can change.
Balling up her note, I free-throw it into the trash by the pantry about ten feet away and make my way back to the bathroom for my phone, rivulets of water still dripping down my chest.
It’s right about then the idea strikes, quirking the very corners of my mouth.
Me: You still got the headset I gave you?
That’s the text I send as I saunter into my bedroom and switch on the lamp perched on my nightstand.
Benni: Yeah… Why?
My lips curl all the more, fingers typing out my response at lightning speed.
Preparate, mami.
Me: Plug it in.
Benni: Why?
Me: Lol, just do it.
I don’t get a reply until I’m grabbing the earbuds from inside the nightstand’s drawer and connecting them to the Bluetooth on my phone.
Benni: Okay, I did it. They’re in.
And now it’s on.
Catching her off-guard is going to be the best part of it all. She wanted to see me, right? Says she felt like she didn’t see me enough yesterday. Well, we’re about to rectify that.
Popping my earbuds in place, I click her contact icon at the top of the screen and hit the option I’m looking for, running a hand through my still-wet hair as the FaceTime screen enlarges and the line starts ringing in my ears. I can just imagine her lying there in shock right now, which is likely what's happening since it takes several rings before my impromptu video call finally connects. I can barely see her, only what the light of her screen illuminates, but my heart jackhammers at the sight of her regardless.
Head resting against her arm, she smiles coyly and whispers, “I don’t think you thought this through.”
“Why do you say that?” I ask quietly, setting my phone on top of the dresser as I go about pulling out fresh briefs and a pair of black basketball shorts.
“I can’t exactly just talk.” Her
