40. Ollie
Chapter 40
Ollie
This was such a stupid move. It’s cold in the van, there’s no mattress, and sleeping in a ball on the floor is exactly what this living situation was supposed to stop me from doing.
More than that, I don’t even want to be out here. I want to be up there, in my warm, comfortable living room, with my cute as fuck roommate, no matter how infuriating she’s being, or how inappropriate my feelings towards her are.
Begrudgingly, I roll my bedding back up, lock the van and make my way back inside. I pass her bedroom on the way to mine, and the door is open, her bed is still made and she’s not in it. I find her in the living room, curled up on the sofa in my hoodie with a blanket over her lap and a carton of ice cream in her hand.
“The van’s nowhere near ready for sleeping in,” she scowls at me. “Even I know that.”
Can’t argue with her on that point, and I don’t want to, so I flop into my spot at the other end of the sofa instead. “What are we watching?”
“ The Notebook ,” she grunts. “And no, I’m not changing it.”
“I’d never ask you to.”
We watch in silence, passing the ice cream back and forth between us until the carton is empty, and the movie is over. When she cries at the end, I pass her a box of tissues, which she passes straight back knowing I'm crying too.
Falling straight back into our little routine, we both reset the living room, then I lie on my bed while she brushes her teeth.
“Night, Ollie,” she calls as she passes my door.
“Night,” I call back, boosting myself up to listen closely. Like clockwork, there’s the slide of a drawer, and the hum of her vibrator buzzing to life, quickly followed by the slip of my hand diving under the waistband of my sweatpants.
I try to stay as quiet as possible, partly so she won’t hear me, mostly so nothing blocks those breathy little whimpers she tries to hold back when she comes.
It’s minutes before I’m gripping harder and making a fucking mess as I bite one fist and spill over the other one.
There’s little comfort in knowing I’m not the only one feeling sexually frustrated, but if hearing her through the wall is as close as I’ll ever get to sex with Megan, then so be it.