Letting off Steam

Chapter 2

I stayed in the shower until the water ran cold, cursing under my breath when I realized I didn't have a towel. All the towels were in the dryer down stairs from earlier this morning. I had just finished relocating them from the washing machine when James decided it was time for us to play an early morning rendition of bump and grind. This morning... James... I couldn't stop my mind from wondering back to that asshole. Everything drew me in and kept me there. But that was supposed to mean I was lusting after him not in love with him.

I let out a frustrated sigh before exiting the bathroom, mind to preoccupied to give a shit about trailing water everywhere. Clean clothes were right around the corner anyway. I grabbed my boxers and a pair of jeans and forced my wet legs into them. I plopped down onto my bed and buried my face in the covers, which ended up being a very bad idea because I could instantly smell him on my sheets. We never really did much fucking in my room, but I had the biggest tv in the house and we'd sit down and watch movies at least weekly. I couldn't stop myself from breathing deeply and taking in as much of the scent as I could. That ridiculous feeling started to creep through me again and I practically leapt off the bed, taking the top sheet with me.

"Fuck this, fuck you, I'm not in love with you. I'm not." I growled to myself, attempting to convince my already made up mind that this wasn't a thing that was going to happen. I ripped the rest of the sheets of the bed, threw on a shirt, and made my way down to the laundry room. The dryer was still running when I got there which surprised me a bit. Apparently it hadn't even been an hour since I'd tied him up and rode him to oblivion. I waited for the torrent of emotion to wash over me from the thought but it didn't come. I was relieved that it hadn't but confused as well. So I'm allowed to think about fucking his dick but I think about his stupid face and end up smitten? This entire thing was beyond confusing.

I started up the washer and deposited the sheets, needing to be rid of as many reminders of James as possible. I heard the front door open and immediately tensed up, not sure whether I could handle speaking to him or not. 'You could always just think about his dick, cause that works apparently' I thought bitterly. Mad mostly at myself but also at him. My ears perked up as I heard him place some bags on the counter before footsteps came my way.

"Doing more laundry?" He asked handing me half a sub.

"Yeah, figured I should wash my sheets." I took the sandwich apprehensively, not too sure if I should trust it or not. After all, James is known for pulling pranks.

"Mine could probably use more of a wash than yours after all the times you've messed them up." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows to emphasize his innuendo. I laughed at that.

"As if you haven't made twice as many, it is your bed after all."

"Yeah, but I like it better with you in it." That feeling hit again, hard and fast. I could feel my cheeks grow a bit warm and I looked away quickly.

"Y-yeah?" I tried to sound nonchalant but in all actuality I probably sounded eager. An awkward silence spread through the room than. I was unsure what to make of that comment, my eye brows knit together. He hardly ever said things like that, but maybe I was just reading too much into it.

"Why don't you check out that sandwich there." He said suddenly and I was glad for the change in subject. I was a bit worried though as his tone of voice and facial expression screamed mischief.

"Nah, I'm good." I said with a nervous laugh, trying to hand back the sub. He scoffed dramatically.

"Now Aleksandr, how could you refuse such a nice present? To think I went out of my way just to get you this delicious sandwich." He said, grin widening. I was extremely skeptical but also a bit curious. I slowly opened up the paper that wrapped around the sub and was glad to see nothing immediately wrong with it. It looked like a perfectly normal sub. I leaned down to smell it but nothing unusual there either. It actually smelled pretty good, ham most likely. My stomach growled than and I remembered how hungry I was. He was laughing at me now, obviously amused by my skepticism.