Finding The 10

20 - Sweet Dreams

Frankie's POV

Walking away from Eli as he stood bare and open to me was the hardest thing I have ever had to do.

I wanted to say 'fuck it' and throw caution to the wind but instead I ran to my bedroom like a coward. I hid because it's better this way. Less complicated. This is how it's supposed to be. We will continue to coexist until I can find an apartment and move out.

Maybe I can avoid him for a while. That way I don't have to fake my way through a conversation when all I want to do is rip his clothes off.

And why the fuck does he have to look so perfect?

His ink scrawls across his upper back and arms along with the majority of his chest. It's clear he isn't done with getting tattooed either since his back has been outlined, ready to be filled with colour. The sight of him alone made my underwear wet.

Why did I make him do that? That was beyond idiotic. I have just made it so much harder for myself now.

I wanted to touch him so bad. I even closed the distance between us and reached out to him. My fingers were less than an inch from his warm skin. I could have touched him. I could have shown how much I'm interested. But it would have been no use. He isn't interested in me anyway. It's a one sided attraction I guess.

I drop the towel to the floor and pull on my oversized Rancid shirt and slide under the covers of my bed. I just want to forget tonight even happened. But I can't stop thinking about the way his back looked. His toned, tattooed, muscular back.

I lie flat on my back and stare at the ceiling in the darkness. I run my hands through my hair and hope that thoughts of Eli will be replaced with something else. Anything else that will make it easier to fall asleep.

Soon enough, sleep comes to me.

.....

"Your turn." I say cheekily.

Eli turns around and begins his slow tantalising act of baring himself to me. My eyes grow wide and soon enough, he is completely naked.

My eyes follow his spine downwards until they settle on his ass. Perfect and perky and heavily tattooed. All of him is.

I decide to make my move.

I take each step carefully so he doesn't hear me coming and slowly let my towel drop to the floor. I want this and so does he. I know he does.

I let my fingers brush the nape of his neck and then trace his spine downwards. He shivers under my touch and I smile inwardly.

As soon as my hand is low enough to grab his ass, his own hand comes around and grabs my wrist.

I freeze momentarily, thinking this was a mistake but when Eli turns to face me I know it isn't.

Our eyes lock and breathing becomes harder. Everything does.

His fingers entwine around my wrist but I can still touch his skin. Then, he brings my hand down with his until it rests on his large erection.

I can feel my panties get wetter by the second as Eli wastes no time in pressing his lips to mine and tasting me. He tastes like vanilla and honey and smells even better.

I kiss him like my life depends on it and gasp when his hands grab my ass, hard.

The next thing I know he is pushing my onto the couch and yanking my panties off at a tremendous speed.

I lie there, scared shitless and ready for him. He stares at me with those baby blue eyes and then positions himself between my legs.

I begin panting heavily just as he readies himself at my entrance.