The Crowded Room

11. No?

‘’Who’s playing again?’’

It’s hard to hear Pierre shout from the shower. His words seem to wander off somewhere between the loud water droplets and hot steam, but the second time round I hear him loud and clear.

‘’Man City and Man United.’’

I stop scratching through my duffel trying to scavenge for something decent to wear that hasn’t been drenched in sweat or seawater and furrow my brows in confusion.

‘’Aren’t they the same?’’

The water abruptly stops running and fresh steam exits the shower as Pierre opens the glass door to exit wrapping a towel around his waist in the process.

Wise decision.

I turn back around taking off my jersey and plopping my attention back to my bag before I become too flustered but it doesn’t help when I feel him making his presence known right behind me. I can feel the heat that is still reverberating from his skin due to his hot shower only to dampen my own, and I feel the water droplets drip onto my shoulder from his wet hair. His hand gently glides the exposed part of my spine, all the up to the back of my neck, he repeats this.

Whywhywhy is he so close?

‘’No.’’

No. What is he saying no for? No- as in they aren’t the same team or no- as in there is not enough time for me to jump his bones? I feel a heavy tension rise in me from the way he said it-tauntingly, seductively.

‘’No?’’

I lean back into him, not caring that the back of me will become wet. He embraces me almost instantly, placing his hand underneath my tank top on my abdomen and leaning his head in between my neck and shoulders. Instinctively, my hand reaches behind me and touches his waist that is covered with his towel and just as I’m about to gently tug it off, he grabs my hand and pushes it in the small of my back and firmly keeps it there. I let out a whimper when he pushes his arousal into me, forcing me to acknowledge him. He lets out a painful groan into my neck that imbed themselves into my ears causing shivers to run down my spine.

Yes. Yes. I want more.

‘’No.’’

It’s as if the coldness from him retreating himself from me sweeps me off my feet. He releases my hand and turns towards his now open cupboard. I am flustered. I am aroused. And I am outraged. I cannot do anything other than gawk at him.

This beautiful specimen that almost has me at his mercy. He grabs his clothing and closes the cupboard door and looks at me. In his demeanor he gives nothing away, but in his eyes, I see him struggle deeply with himself. I don’t back away from his emerald stare, instead, I relish in it. I make haste to pull my top over my shoulder and discard of it on the bed. His eyes break away from mine and instantly carry a painful burden in them when he scans them over my exposed skin. He looks for a short while before he closes them to try and regain his composure.

Yes. Give into me.

When he opens them again, he’s calm and confident once more. Only this time, he grabs me by my neck and pulls me in for a chaste kiss to which I know is testing his self-control. His hands trace the bottom lace of my bra then travel all the way down to my backside, to which he selfishly squeezes. With that he opens his bedroom door, but before he exits, he turns to look at me one last time.

‘’I have to get dressed in the other bathroom or else I’m going to fuck you all night long.’’