He’d let her wear his sweatshirt for the trip to her apartment, so she wouldn’t get too cold again. She’d offered to take it off, but he’d insisted she keep it, that she could give it back to him later. He’d take whatever excuse he could get to see her again. Convincing her to pose for Megan had provided a great opportunity that he’d exploited, but he wasn’t about to rely on only one thing.
She was hesitant around him when he wasn’t touching her. Thoughtful and reluctant to engage. It drove him nuts, especially since the Hannah he’d known had been open, easily and quickly revealing her thoughts and feelings to him, her face lighting up at the sight of him, not closing down, unsure what to do in his presence like she was now.
Dammit, he was determined to get that back again. Draw her out of her self-imposed shell and demolish the distance that had grown between them. He’d been making great progress on that goal when Megan and Chris had stumbled in and interrupted them. There’d been no recovering from that.
Hannah had been embarrassed, and he’d known she would turn him down when he suggested they move to his room. Hell, she’d come right out and told him she wouldn’t have sex with him. He shouldn’t have been surprised, but he’d been disappointed all the same. God, the feel of her, the taste of her, was better than he remembered. And having that taste again would drive him nuts until he could devour her like he wanted, as much as he wanted, whenever he wanted.
“Fuck,” he muttered to himself, annoyed that his cock responded again to the feel of her under him tonight mixing with the memories from before that kept resurfacing. Since she’d shown up on Monday, he’d jerked off to those memories every damn night. And apparently tonight wouldn’t be any different.
His hand closed around the base of his cock, and he decided he’d just get it over with, quick and dirty, for some basic relief. Just as that warm tingling started, and his balls drew up tight on the verge of unloading, someone pounded on his bedroom door. Not someone. Chris. Megan didn’t knock like that.
“Fuck!” He almost yelled it this time. Chris had the worst fucking timing in the world tonight. He grabbed the first thing he found off his floor and yanked on a pair of boxers, wrenching the door open, glaring at his asshole roommate. “What do you want, Chris?”
Chris’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and his hands came up, palm out. “Sorry, man.” His eyes darted around the room behind Matt before settling on his face again. “You took her home, right? I didn’t think I’d be interrupting anything.”
Letting out a breath, Matt forced himself to calm down. It wasn’t like Chris interrupted him on purpose. Crossing his arms, Matt leaned against the doorjamb. “Yeah, I took her home. It’s late. Did you need something?”
Chris took in his face and shrugged. “I just wanted to say sorry, dude. You didn’t say you were bringing a chick home. If you had, I would’ve let you know we were on our way or something. Tell me next time. You know I’m not down with cockblocking friends.”
Matt nodded. “Yeah, sure. Okay.”
“Seriously, dude. If you’re going to bring a chick home, just give us a heads up. We’ll stay out of your way. Megan doesn’t mind, as long as she’s not going to walk in on you doing the nasty in the living room.”
Matt laughed. “Doing the nasty? And seriously? I’ve walked in on you guys more times than I can count. And don’t even get me started on the shit I’ve had to listen to.”
Looking relieved that Matt didn’t seem so pissed anymore, Chris grinned. “Yeah, that’s Megan’s phrase, not mine. And I’ve been telling you to get earplugs or something for a long-ass time. Our noise level isn’t gonna change. Or you can start competing. Whichever.”
“Dude, that’s disgusting. I’m not going to bring some chick home just to see who can be louder.”
Now Chris laughed. “That’s the first girl you’ve brought to the house since you dumped your old tutor—what’s her name—last year. Don’t be shy just because Megan’s here now.”
Matt rolled his eyes. “You know I’m not a slut like you, dude. If I want to bring someone home, I will. I did tonight, after all.”
Chris gasped. “I’m not a slut!”
Laughing, Matt shook his head. “You were. I guess I can thank Megan that it’s just her now and not a string of randos wandering in and out like we used to get. At least I keep my one-nighters away from home.”
“Yeah, you’re a true gentleman. Whatever. I just wanted to make sure there were no hard feelings.”
Matt suppressed a snicker, glad that he’d kept his lower body behind the door. There had definitely been some hard feelings, but not like what Chris meant. “Nah, man. We’re fine.”
“Cool. Night.” Chris turned and wandered back to his own room, leaving Matt on his own again. He ditched the boxers, still half-hard, but not sure he felt like doing anything about it. He was tired of jerking off to memories of Hannah instead of getting the real thing. He’d figure out a way to get her in his bed again. And God, he hoped it would be soon.
Hannah sat in her car in the parking lot of Eco Utilities locking and unlocking her phone, debating with herself. Matt had texted her on Saturday, asking if she wanted to get together and hang out, but she’d been in the middle of dealing with that stupid petition, frustrated with the other people working, and most of all that her ex had been there with her. He still seemed like he wanted to get back together, and she had no interest in that at all. By the end of the day, she’d been tired and annoyed and hadn’t
