30 Days Too Late

The Threat

Rudy

My heart races as I step out of the shower, my body still glistening with droplets of water. I reach for a towel when I hear Dexter's voice behind me. Startled, I turn to see him standing there, fresh out of the shower like me. How did he manage to sneak in without my notice? "Can I use some of your lotion?" he asks, his eyes sparkling.

I nod, barely able to form words as he stands before me, his hands clasped together as he spreads lotion along his palms. And then, before I can even comprehend what's happening, he cups my face and pulls me into a kiss.

My body responds immediately, eliciting a moan from my lips as our tongues dance together. I cling to his shoulders desperately, my nails leaving thin marks on his skin in my desire for more. Through the steam rising from the shower, his scent envelops me, intoxicating and unbelievably alluring.

"You found my hidden bathroom," I mumble.

"Oh Rudy, I've been using it for two years," he chuckles.

His lips return to mine, and this time, I'm the one who deepens the kiss. My hands roam down his damp back, feeling the ridges of his muscles and the warmth of his skin.

Our hands move feverishly, exploring each other's bodies as if we have been waiting our entire lives for this moment. Dexter's strong hands reach for my towel, tugging it away with a growl of impatience.

I push him away slightly and take my towel from him. "Someone could see us," I express the importance. He huffs and wipes his face clean of sweat. We stare longingly at each other, like we weren't just in each other's arms.

Heels clack against the tile floor and I make a break for my clothes in the dryer.
"Dexter, are you ready to go, we can't be late for your doctor's appointment?" Valkryie asks. She spots me with disgust, and I return her same distaste with a glare.

I thought I was taking Dexter to his appointment!? "Wait outside, we need to get dressed. Rudy will be coming too," he says and she whines. She marches out of the shower and I head straight for Dexter. "Rue, it's not what you think," he states.

"It's exactly what I'm thinking. You-

"We're pretending, we have to keep up appearances. Remember?" he asks.

I recall their conversation and reluctantly back off. "I'm sorry," I apologize.

He engulfs me in a comforting hug and I squeeze his bomber jacket. "Valkryie, there's something about her, Dex. She sets off alarms in my head and I can't help but react," I explain, and he nods in understanding.

"Let's get out of here," he whispers.

He kisses my hand before securing his cap. I follow behind Dexter and Valkryie as she's forcing him into a conversation about cheer. Someone latches onto me and I stutter down the ramp. Dexter turns, preparing to attack until he realizes it's Jeff.

"The team voted, and we decided y'all will be hosting the next social," Jeff beams. They voted without us being there, is he for real?

"We're busy," I state and catch Dexter's eye.

He climbs into Valkyrie's car. "Have Michael host," Dexter insists and I agree. I shrug off Jeff and get in her dirty car. I shuffle past empty water bottles, leftover fast food and dirty panties. We pull out of the lot and the AC blasts a wretched smell.

"What is that?" I ask, plugging my nose.

"My perfume, it's rose mixed with honey and spice. Doesn't it smell lovely?" she asks, wafting it into the air. How can Dexter sit there in peace, does he not smell it?" Doesn't it smell delicious Dex?"