10. Casey
Casey
I roll over, Derek’s side of the bed is empty.
He typically gets up earlier than me so he can prepare for his classes.
I sleep in as late as possible, usually tossing my hair into a messy bun and throwing on whatever clothes I have stashed in my bag.
I supposed it would be easier if I were to live here.
I could have some closet space, maybe a few drawers.
I wouldn’t have to keep lugging around my overnight bag.
Yawning, I get up and head toward the bathroom. The shower is running, and the scent of his body wash fills the room. I strip down and step into the shower with him, my eyes going wide as I witness him stroking himself.
He’s so reserved. So…okay I don’t want to call him uptight, but we have sex in his bed or mine. Nowhere else. When we walked into the storage room yesterday, he offered to help me unpack the delivery boxes. Sex wasn’t on his mind.
I’m not a damn nympho or anything, but pretty damn sure sex is always on my mind. The missionary position in the bed only is starting to get stale, if I’m being completely honest. Seeing Derek like this, so vulnerable, is a major turn-on.
I ease my arms around his waist, and he lets out a shocked yell, jerking away from me. His cheeks flame red at the realization that I caught him.
“Casey, what are you doing?”
I shrug my arms, feigning innocence that I’ve never had. “I figured I’d help you out.”
I move past him, letting the hot water soak my naked body, facing him, making sure he gets a great view. My arms pull up to efficiently wet my long auburn hair as my eyes roam down his soapy bod.
“I…um…I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?” I ask with a frown, reaching for him. He backs away again, not wanting me to touch him.
“I just…I think that’s better suited for the bedroom.”
I let out a huff. “There are other places we can have sex.”
“Like the storage room? Was that your plan?” he asks. “Because I’m not interested in trying to make your ex jealous.”
“Just forget it,” I mutter and step out of the shower.
I towel dry my hair, which is a complete mess since I didn’t shampoo it. Messy bun it is. He stays in the shower, probably waiting on me to get finished and leave the bathroom.
“Is that what this is about?” Derek asks, shutting the water off and stepping out. “Caleb is back in town, and you’re acting differently.”
“How so? Because I want to spice things up?”
“I didn’t realize we needed to spice things up.”
My eyes go wide. “You won’t even go down on me, Derek! And, for whatever reason, you don’t want me going down on you either! Let’s see, what else is there. Oh, we are limited to the bed and missionary position.”
When I was with Caleb, we did everything. There weren’t any inhibitions between us. He knew how to play my body like a damn fiddle, and I knew his just as well. Fuck. I am acting differently because Caleb’s back.
“Listen, I’m sorry. I’ve been under a lot of stress at school, and now I’ll be helping Jade plan her wedding and…” my voice trails.
“Moving in with me.”
Yeah, that too.
“It’s just a lot of stress.”
He wraps his arms around me. “I understand that. All is forgiven.”
Without any argument. Without any yelling. And definitely without any makeup sex.