Impulse

CHAPTER 5

Just as I was about to plop my happy butt down on the couch, the door bell rang. Whoever is out there is going to pay with their lives for disturbing me. I wanted nothing more than to snuggle up on the couch and binge watch NCIS. Since Pacey texted me about an hour ago telling me he was spending the night at Declan's. That meant this would be the first time in forever I would actually be able to sit down and watch it without having his annoying commentary ruining it for me.

Coming up to the peephole I see that it's Reid, holding a large red toolbox. Oh God, this can't be happening. My frantic mind raced with thoughts of what would happen if the two of us were alone together. I contemplate ignoring him and stand utterly still. I will you to go away. I have no such luck when he begins knocking insistently hard with the door knocker. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in to try and rein in my emotions. Imagines of seeing him jerking off his big thick cock flashed before me. Well that isn't helping.

"Here go's nothing."

Opening the door I tried exceptionally hard to remain casual and collected. I greeted him with a warm smile, which falters when I watch his dark orbs take in my apperance. Shivers run down my spine when I become painfully aware of the short booty shorts and cami I am wearing underneath my sweater.

His flawlessness however, brought my insecurities full frontal. His white T-shirt streatched deliciously over his toned, muscled chest, his perfection made me weak in the knees and feel dreadfully inferior to his enourmous body looming in my doorway.

"I thought you said you were going to come by tomorrow?" I was banking on you coming by tomorrow because Pacey would be here and I wouldn't have to be alone with you.

"The guy's ended up leaving early so, I had some free time on my hands. I can come back tomorrow if you are busy."

Yes please. "No, it's fine. I mean you already have your tools and everything. Come on in." I can tell this is going to end badly. So, so bad.

"And that concluds the tour of my house." I announced, coming to a stop in the kitchen. He asked me to show him everything that needed to be fixed around here that was neglected by the previous tenants. We walked around for about thirty minutes with me showing him everything. Hell, he's the one who caught most of what needed fixed around here. Not only was there water leaking in the basement but, the steps were on the verge of colapsing, a few gaps in the windows, light fixtures needed replaced and the entire house needed to be weather proofed. I didn't expect him to do all of that work himself but he insisted. I know one thing for sure, Pacey is not going to like this one bit.

"It's honestly not as bad as I was expecting it to be with as old as this house is." He asserted, leaning over me and placing his hands on either side of me as my back hit the kitchen counter. "I can work here on my day's off. If that's okay with you."

I forced myself to meet his eyes, their intensity and depth pulling me in. My throat go's dry, the dwindling feeling of defeat creeps its way through my body. I purse my lips together as my determination leaves me by the bucketful. His lips are drawing closer to mine with the passing of each second. I do nothing, I couldn't if I wanted to. I seem to be mesmerized by this phenomenal man pressed up against me.

That's it, I surrender, you win.

The doorbell rang again, for the second time today, snapping me out of my fleshly deviant musings. Thank you, sweet baby Jesus. I promise I do not know this many people. "I should get that." My voice coming out more frail than I anticipated.

He tipped his head closer, brushing the tip of his nose with mine. "They can wait."

Silence enveloped us. Nothing could be heart outside of our rapid breathing and the loud thudding of my heart. Whoever it was must have given up and left.