Everly
Chapter Four
Everly
It’s been a full month, and things have moved smoothly between us. When it comes to being roommates, we glide like butter, perfectly smooth. There wasn’t any friction to be had, and maybe that’s because I never crossed the line after quitting my cashier gig.
My job didn’t even care that I left because there was another person looking for a job that same day. They never take the sign down because young kids have a hard time juggling school and work. I thanked them for the opportunity and collected my check. Julian even waited for me in the mall parking lot to ensure I wasn’t upset after I told the manager. He wanted to go in with me, but I told him no. “Look, I’m a big girl and I can handle myself.”
“Yeah, and what if he shouts at you? What are you going to do?”
“What are you going to do?” I challenged Julian.
“Give him a reason to visit me at the hospital,” he answered. Damn, why is that so sexy? He’s just acting like my big brother demanded. Still, I love seeing the way his eyes darken when he promises to slay my dragons.
“Yeah, don’t break your oath over nothing, doctor. I’m going to be alright.” I gave him a wink and handled the matter quickly and with little to no trouble.
The days afterward, Julian and I went back to our usual routine of seeing each other in passing and then the occasional lunch and our grocery weekly run followed by a call to my brother where I tried to send my brother the money, but he told me to just save it.
The money in my bank account has been steadily growing as it is. I hardly use it for groceries because Julian takes me grocery shopping on his days off and pays for them. Most of my money goes to gas for the car and the occasional odds and ends.
Guilt fills me because it feels like I’m using Julian for his money. It’s the most I’ve had in my account in a long time for no reason. Julian isn’t around making a big mess, so I’m pretty much cleaning up after myself which I need to get started on.
Today is another day of cleaning and cooking before my afternoon class. It starts at two, so I have plenty of time. I think about my schedule and look at my calendar. Julian isn’t supposed to be here until four today, so I have time to get some chores done without getting in his way and I can make his lunch for tomorrow.
Sliding in my headphones, I get to work with the laundry, starting with his first. I entered his bedroom and grabbed his hamper and took it to the laundry room and then I came back to the bathroom to grab the second hamper. When I open the door, I let out a gasp that I catch with my hand to my mouth. Julian is home, and he’s hung like a damn horse.
I swiftly and gently closed the door, hoping I didn’t get spotted. I’d die of mortification if Julian saw me gawking at his beautifully sculpted body with his huge cock that he had firmly in his hand. Without paying attention to where I was going, I continued to back up, and I fell onto his bed. “Shit.” I bounced off like it was a spring and dashed out the door, closing it with a little less finesse than I should have.
Darting to the laundry room, I catch my breath while leaning against the washer. My heart drummed against my ribcage, beating wildly. Even as I ran out, I wanted to run right back in and get another peek at that handsome specimen. Damn, Julian is gorgeous.
The song in my headphone switches and startles me, I nearly fall sideways. Straightening up, I started the laundry and dumped the load in the washer after checking all the pockets.
Once everything is sorted and the machine is running, I walk into the kitchen to begin lunch. As I worked on the meal, my mind went straight to the explicit sight I encountered.
Julian’s gorgeous figure draped in sheets of water as he took his length in hand, eyes closed, groaning. Soap lathered his skin, acting as lube for his hand as he worked it up and down the shaft. My thighs slammed together, pussy throbbing hard as the image played in my head. It was a fast glimpse, but I swear the memory was branded on my mind.
I couldn’t shake it, but I had to cook and pretend everything was normal. I took out the mushrooms, tomatoes and zucchini from the fridge and rinsed them before setting them on the counter to be chopped. The door to the bedroom opens and I drop the container, scattering all over the kitchen floor.
“Shit.”
“Whoa,” Julian says, catching a rolling zucchini. My eyes land on his large hand wrapped around the zucchini and a wave of heat floods my face.
“Um…sorry,” I stammered, looking up from the floor to meet his gaze.
“It’s okay,” he says, smirking. “A little dirt never hurts.” He stands and then I get a full view of him in a pair of dark jeans and his bare chest. Goodness, looking that good should be a damn crime. He puts the vegetables back in the colander to be washed again.
I start cutting the vegetables and then he says, “I set the hamper in the laundry room.” The knife slips in my hand, and I cut my finger.
“Ah,” I scream. “Fuck,” I muttered, dropping the knife onto the counter. I’m off to the sink, rinsing my finger and Julian is right behind me. I feel his body brushed up against my back.
“Damn it, baby. What did you do? Let me see it.” I fight the stinging tears in my eyes. Did he just call me baby? I turned slightly to give him room to view my wound. It’s bleeding as Julian pulls it away from the water, but it’s not too terrible. When he takes my hand, suddenly the pain dwindles and my heart races. “You’re not going to need stitches, but I need to get my kit. Give me a minute.” He opens a kitchen drawer and pulls out the bandages. My body tingles, and my pulse picks up as he works on me. Being around Julian has that effect.
“It feels better already,” I say, peeking through my lashes.
“That’s good. You have to be careful, sweetheart. As much as I like my meat bloody, I can skip the blood in my vegetables.”
“Haha,” I snark, sneering at him briefly before hissing as he wraps my finger.
“Sorry. It’s all better now. I’ll finish this and you take a seat.” He points to the uncut veggies.
“It’s my job,” I reminded him.
He glares at me, but that look doesn’t have the effect he thinks it does. My entire being wants to jump into his arms. “Just sit your little bratty ass down and relax. I can cook, okay.”
“Are you sure? Your mom brings all your meals, or I’ve made them,” I reminded him.
“Well, I can at least chop,” he confesses with a chagrin. He tosses the ruined vegetables and cleans all the utensils and the cutting board. “At least I’m good at cutting others and not myself, little brat,” he mocks, sticking his tongue out at me.
Damn, he looks great in the kitchen, but I can’t let him do all the work, so I bargain with him. “Okay, how about you chop, and I handle the cooking part?”
“I’ll agree to that.” I hop off the stool and move to the stove. He smiles and tosses me a wink which damn near makes my knees buckle. I take a pan from the cabinet and prepare it with the olive oil while he gets the remaining vegetables together.
“Good, because haven’t you heard you shouldn’t cook without a shirt on? As a doctor, you should know better.” I wagged my bandaged finger in his handsome face. “You also forgot the magic treatment too.” He leaned in and kissed my finger.
“Is it all better?” Our bodies are a little too close, breathing growing heavy.
“It’s a start,” I whispered, my lips parted as I ached to taste his hardened, stubbled jaw that was just inches from me.
The pan behind me starts to sizzle. “You should get that.”
“Yeah.” I turn around and turn it down and begin making the dish and refuse to look at him again while I’m cooking so he can’t see how flush my face is.