I come to a stop in front of the mirror and turn this way and that, taking in my naked body that's soaking wet from my shower, and am relieved to see that I don't have any marks left over, two weeks after the rug burn I suffered. I honestly thought I would have some sort of scarring after my terrible fall, but am so thankful there's no trace of what happened on my body. Dex really did a good job tending to my wounds and helped me through it every step of the way, and now thanks to him, I'm a hundred percent better and am relieved that I can fully flex every part of my body without hissing or complaining. But I'm not gonna lie, I'm going to miss him cleaning my scrapes and feeling his hands on me as they applied ointment to my wounds.
It wasn't meant to be sexual at all, but I couldn't help but feel aroused every time he tended to me. But I did my best to ignore it because he never made a move on me again after the day of my fall. He apologized for what happened between us and told me it wouldn't happen again and I accepted it, knowing it was for the best. The next day after my graceful fall, he woke me up to help me shower before he went to work. He went as far as wearing swim trunks and a T-shirt just so I couldn't touch him or try anything on him.
I couldn't help but laugh when he woke me up looking like he was ready for a day at the beach, and just like he said, he didn't falter or touch me provocatively again. He helped me shower and get dressed before taking a shower himself. A part of me wanted to sneak in and join him back in the shower just so I could drop to my knees and suck him off, but somehow I stayed strong and stayed in my room until he left for work.
I have fantasized about that day a lot though and have gotten myself off a few times with my vibrator to thoughts of what I would have loved to do to him in the shower. It's wrong but at least I'm not acting on my desires and am keeping my hands off him. Believe me, it was not easy, especially when he touched me every day and all I wanted to do was touch him back and make him feel good. But again, I didn't. And neither did he.
We behaved to the very end and now that I'm all better now, I feel like I can breathe again. Well, kind of. And I say kind of because the sexual tension is still there, and I feel it every day when we're in a room together. But we both try to ignore it and have remained just friends like we're supposed to be. But it's getting harder and harder to stay away from him the longer we live together and I just hope we can remain strong.
I dry myself off and take advantage that Dex is at work to walk around naked, loving the feel of my body that is bandage and ointment free for the first time in two weeks. I walk out of the bathroom with every intention to go to my room but when I see Dex's room is open, I peek inside and have the sudden urge to crawl into his bed. I know it's wrong. He's still with Bianca but he's not home right now and what he doesn't know won't hurt him.
I dive into his bed and immediately take his pillow into my arms and breathe in his delicious scent, not caring if this is all so crazy. He drives me crazy with his mouthwatering scent and gorgeous green eyes.
It's his fault I can't get him out of my damn system.
I go to put his pillow back in its spot and see that his laptop is laying there. I've never looked through his laptop or phone but I can't say I'm not curious to see just what he does on the damn thing. And after he went through my phone recently, I kind of want to get back at him.
To take a peek or not take a peek.
I let curiosity get the best of me and sit up in his bed, pressed up against the headboard, and open up his laptop on my naked stomach and tap the space bar for it to come to life. When the screen finally lights up, I'm met with his Twitter account which is open to one very steamy-looking video. I bite my lip, wondering if I should play it. This is already crossing a line, but we've already established I'm going to hell for what I did in the cabin with Dex. What's one more thing to add to my list of sins?
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Romance[DISCLAIMER: This story is intended for a mature audience. Reader discretion is advised.] Whoever said forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest was not wrong. I had one taste of Dexter Prior and one taste was not enough. It would never be enough, but it...