Chapter 11 I Can Keep My Dick In My Pants
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The image of Wren in red lace lingerie has not left my head since I saw her this morning. Every inch of her creamy skin was painted with freckles, her ass on full display, and thin lace covered both of her perfect breasts.
I’m in deep shit, and I know I should stop because I can’t be anything more than her friend, but it’s like I’m a boulder on the side of a mountain, and I’m free falling.
Not to mention, I’m the reason she is being kicked out of her apartment. She might be my dream girl, but there’s no way in hell I’m her dream guy.
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Found a roommate
Donovan:
Do we know him?
Her
Donovan:
Her? Do we know HER?
Wren
Logan:
No way she agreed to live with you. She barely wanted to play ping-pong with you the other night.
Enzo:
Yeah, I call bullshit too.
Well she did
Jacks:
This is an interesting development.
Donovan:
How did that happen?
We ran into each other last night at The Local and I’m the asshole kicking her out of her apartment
Enzo:
No!
I feel awful so I offered her the spare room and she agreed
Jacks:
Another interesting development.
Logan:
You can’t sleep with her. The girls would kill you.
Well aware
I can keep my dick in my pants
Logan:
Since when?
April
Logan:
WTF?
Donovan:
Seriously?
Hand on the Bible
Haven’t slept with anyone since the night before my birthday
Logan:
I’m speechless.
My phone vibrates, and I see a separate message from Jacks come through. I click out and over to his message thread.
Jacks:
Are you sure this is a good idea?
Why wouldn’t it be
Jacks:
I can just tell you like her, and the guys are right. I know it sucks, but she friend-zoned you. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about this roommate situation.
I can just be roommates
It’ll be fine
I click out of the messages and back to the group chat.
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Enzo:
Are you sick?
Donovan:
Are you fucking with us?
I’m changing the subject
Can I count on all of you to help her move
Jacks:
Of course.
Glad to see he’s coming around.
Logan:
Sure. When?
She has to be out of her apartment by the end of October but I’m going to tell her she is welcome whenever she wants
I’ll keep you posted
I run my hand through my hair and look around my apartment.
Since Jacks officially moved out, I’ve allowed the mess to get a bit out of hand.
Socks are scattered all over the floor and used bowls litter the coffee table.
It’s not like me to let things get this bad, but I’ve been pulling long days at the office, and haven’t had time for much else.
I stand, grabbing the four bowls that sit in front of me.
If she is going to live here, I can at least make her comfortable.
At ten thirty, I collapse on my couch. The apartment is clean, so Wren can officially come whenever she wants. No, not come. Move in. Wren can move in whenever she wants. I grab my phone then click on her name.
Hey roomie
Wren:
It’s late.
Sorry I was just thinking about you
Three dots appear and then disappear.
I mean you moving in
Not you
I was thinking about you moving in
Three dots appear again and then disappear.
Anyway when are you moving in
Do you want to come by this week and see the apartment
Wren:
Why don’t you use any punctuation when you text?
Periods make everyone sound so angry
Wren:
If you used them, all of whatever that was could’ve been one text.
You’re right. I will try to use punctuation from now on.
Wren:
Thank you!
Actually no
It feels really weird
I prefer no punctuation
Less formal
More fun
Wren:
You’re unbearable.
See you sound so mad
Wren:
This week is really busy, but I can come over next Wednesday after work.
I look around my clean apartment. I guess I’m going to have to try my best to keep it looking like this for the next week and a half. Fuck, I need to chill.
Wren:
I’d like to be out of my current place sooner rather than later. Most of my neighbors are already gone, and it feels like a ghost town.
You’re welcome whenever you’re ready
I talked to the guys earlier and they all agreed to help you move
Wren:
I really appreciate that and you offering me the room, but this is a very temporary plan. My parents said I can store some of my stuff at their place until I can find something more permanent, so I won’t have much to bring.
Temporary. This is temporary. I’m the guy who put her in this predicament. It’s obvious she hates this idea, and I need to follow her lead.
Sounds good
The room is yours as long as you need it
Wren:
Thank you! I’ll see next week!