Chapter 15 Dylan
Dylan
Her bedroom door clicks behind me, and as I walk through her place, I feel like I’m walking on cloud nine.
Her body is insane. Her hair smells so clean and luscious.
Her body tasted fruity like she lathered herself in lotion.
Everything about tonight was intoxicating, yet I feel a pang of guilt because she had a few shots, and that alters brain chemistry.
She let loose for once, and because I know how uptight she usually is, I hope she doesn’t see this as me taking advantage of her.
Sure, I took advantage of using her as a free personal trainer.
Her tagging me on socials has given me hundreds of followers, but it’s not like that with her.
We’re real-life friends, and I’m worried I may have fucked that up just now.
Especially when she wakes up sober. Right now I’m sober as fuck.
I leave her apartment and walk to my truck, unlocking it with the key fob.
I get in and start it, taking a moment to breathe.
I still taste her on my mouth, feel her wetness dried on my dick, but I can’t just go home right now and shower.
I need to make sure she’s taken care of.
Plus, I don’t need the guys questioning where I’ve been after they knew I drove Cecily home.
I want to go to Target, but it’s early in the morning, and Target isn’t open, so to the ghetto I go.
I pull up into the parking lot where all the signs read Save Money Live Better.
Hilarious. When I’m in Walmart, I immediately go to the condom aisle.
I need to be better prepared for our next time.
My eyes scan the shelves, wondering what else I could get.
I coincidentally come across the Morning After pill.
It’s in a protective casing, so I grab that for her.
My eyes catch the vibrators on the bottom.
Huh, that would be fun, wouldn’t it? I grab one of those, too.
I head to the only open cashier, place all the sex shit down, and almost chuckle. The old lady scans everything very unamused, and I’m thankful this is just another transaction to her. By the time I get in my truck, I’m convinced I’m going to pull an all-nighter.
I head back to Cecily’s apartment, and to my surprise, and maybe it’s my fault, the front door is unlocked.
I knock lightly on her bedroom door to find her fast asleep under her blanket.
I sneak in and place the Morning After pill on her dresser where she can see it.
She lives alone, so I don’t have to worry about anyone else finding it. I search for a paper and a pencil.
Hope this is the right one.
I sneak out of her room and hesitate to leave. Something’s telling me to crash on her couch, but maybe that’s a horrible fucking idea. One foot after the other, I drag my tired ass out of her house. I lock the front door and click it shut. Now her couch is no longer an option.
Driving to my place feels like a lifetime, even though it’s just over ten minutes. A light is on in the kitchen, and fuck me, it must be Scott. I gear myself up for the questions and step in through the kitchen. He’s fast asleep on the couch, but he’s the lightest sleeper known to humanity.
He opens an eye and then closes it with a big smile. “Knew you’d get laid.”
“I didn’t.”
He hugs the pillow, keeping his eyes closed. “You expect me to believe that? She was all over you last night.”
I salute him, trudging down the hallway. I grab my phone and turn on the alarm for seven—two hours to sleep. I fall face-first on my bed and pass out.
The alarm wakes me up, and adrenaline courses through me. For a moment, I think I’m at Cecily’s place. My heart races as I glance around my room.
I sigh, sinking back into my bed. Dodged that bullet. My alarm won’t stop, so that’s my sign to take a hot shower, wash the night away, and try not to remember what Ce tasted like.
When I step into the bathroom, I smell my hands before stepping into the shower. It smells like her, and for a second, I feel like I won’t ever smell it again. I don’t think Cecily is going to continue this. I won’t be surprised if she shuns me out of her orbit. Hell, I would deserve it.
I scrub my dick and balls so much that I start to get hard. I stroke myself a few times, thinking about Cecily. The sound of her laugh, the kiss in my truck, and how she looks doing squats.
I release myself, knowing this isn’t going to be good. If I can’t control my thoughts without her around, then I’m fucked.
I turn the water cold and shut myself down. My balls shrivel, and I tilt my head back in triumph. A cold shower will heal it all.
When I step out, Westley is walking down the hallway. “We still going to Ce’s for those green shots?”
I shrug, drying my hair. “Yeah. I’ll text Rocky. Scott’s passed out on the couch.”
He continues down the hall to the kitchen as I walk into my bedroom and get ready for the day.
I find my navy-blue Quiksilver shirt. It has palm trees and ocean waves with the logo.
I pair it with surf shorts and sandals. I like the California vibe, almost like a skater.
I always wanted to surf. The ocean has always intrigued me, but I was born on the ice, and in life, it’s important to lean into your strengths.
I watched my mom lean into her weaknesses, struggling towards everything she ever did just for the challenge, but that shit made no sense to me.
If you enjoy something, do that one thing and go all in.
It’s what the successful people say. Outsource the shit you’re bad at, so whenever I do decide to surf, I’ll be hiring a pro to give me lessons.
I put on a hat and spray cologne generously over my body. I scrub the fuck out of my teeth and tongue. I gargle mouthwash and wonder if I just fucked up the one thing good in my life. Looks like I’ll figure it out this morning when I show up at her place.
“Ready?” I ask when Westley walks into the kitchen again. I chugged a half-gallon of water, waiting for him to walk back out.
“Yeah. You sure she’s not still going to be asleep?” he asks. “She doesn’t normally drink, right?”
“Nah, she’ll be awake. She has work and shit. Scott, are you coming? I think Rocky is out.”
Scott sits up. “Yep. I’m up.”
Westley nods, putting his shoes on. “Let’s go.”