Roommates with Benefits [18+ only]

4. When I'm done with you

I don't know when did my eyes close, when did I doze off, but I did. I would have sworn Lukas even spooned me, but I was probably way too dizzy to remember anything right, which was an absolute first. In order to be sure, I checked, and I won't deny I sighed out of relief when I saw he wasn't in bed with me.

"Well, hello, there, did you sleep well?"

I unconsciously pulled the covers closer to my body when I heard his voice – wait, when did I even slide under the covers? Lukas was coming out of my bathroom, with nothing on other than a towel wrapped around his hips, low enough for that unmercifully arousing V-line to be in full sight.

He grinned, drying his hair with another towel. "I hope you don't mind, most of my stuff is still in my suitcase, the rest I have to buy it."

God, he was still all wet. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Nope, nope, nope, not again. "I need a shower, too." I mentioned, just to say something and not drool all over him.

"Suit yourself," he said, taking a step away from the bathroom's door, "I'll make lunch in the meantime." He licked his lips, eyeing me when I stood up from the bed, taking the sheets with me, "unless ... you need me to wash your back."

I really hoped I didn't need to face the subject with him, but I guess maybe I have to. As I walked to the bathroom, I pointed out: "I hope you know this was one and done."

"Do I?"

"I mean uh ... thanks for the relief but no, it won't happen again." I already felt super guilty. How can I even bring up the subject with Sheila now? How can I tell her I hooked up with THE Lukas Bennet? Already taking him in as roommate would have been groundbreaking news, imagine this!

When I walked past him, I felt something blocking me, and when I turned around I noticed he had a foot on the sheet. "What ..." I pulled, but in vain.

"Are you giving me the speech, Honeybunch?" Lukas mocked. "That's really sweet."

I glared. I hate not being taken seriously. "Let go." I ordered.

"Come on, we both know what happened the last time you tried to act tough." He laughed, the jerk. I guess I was wrong for even considering he might have really changed. Or maybe he's only a considerate lover, but still a jackass for everything else.

I rolled my eyes. There was no point in arguing, so I just did the simplest thing I could think of: I let go of the sheet, remaining completely naked, and while he was busy staring, I went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I basically dropped against it, and heaved a deep sigh. What the hell did I just get myself into?

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When, once done with my shower, having dressed appropriately – namely grey sweatpants and oversize black t-shirt, but careful to wear a sports bra this time –, I walked into the kitchen barefooted, I didn't expect to find him. In all honesty, I didn't even think he meant it when he said he'd make lunch for us both. When I saw he'd prepared a full meal, I was taken aback. Was I in the shower so long?

Even the table was ready. Well, just a simple cloth for both, glasses, silverware – you know, the regular stuff you use when you eat like a civilized person, which is not really my case, especially considering I eat a lot of takeaway food.

Lukas smiled at me when he saw me, the moment he turned around to put the plates on the table. "Bra, huh?" He immediately noted. "Can't say I'm not disappointed." I frowned, confused. How can he even tell the difference? As if on cue, he added, chuckling: "They're perkier, baby. Come on, it's easy."

"For one like you that's seen so many, probably." I grumbled, going to sit at the kitchen table, though, because I was actually hungry. I'll never tell him he was right in saying I get to the middle of the day that I'm starving.