Truthfully Lying

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So I might be changing the Update day to Saturday¿?

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∆ Chapter 8 ∆

It was probably around 3 in the morning when Wyatt dropped me off. We’d kissed a couple more times before he walked me to my door and finally managed to pull himself away from me and bid his goodbyes. I wasn't complaining though, he was a exceptional kisser.

I couldn’t put it all on him though, since I wasn’t exactly trying to pry him away. I fully blame my hormones acting up on the fact that I haven't had any  intimate physical contact with a guy in a while. A long, long while, and it didn’t help that Wyatt was one of the most well-endowed males that i have ever met.

It was basic human nature to crave the company of someone else, so I didn’t exactly beat myself over the fact that I was a little more than willing to make out with his face all night. I hadn’t lost sight of the fact that I had a mission to accomplish. I just didn’t see the harm of enjoying his company while it lasted.

It would be like having a friends with benefits situation as I wouldn’t have to get emotionally attached or act as if I am a 50 year old lady that owns 9 cats and a turtle either. It would be purely physical at least on my part.

I managed to pull myself from my thoughts and opened the door, making my way inside the apartment. I could hear the television playing in the living room and guessed Dom was still up. I could never understand how that boy stayed up so late. One time he’d came back from a party at seven in the morning; I personally didn’t have that kind of energy in me. My body craves sleep way too much.

As I just turned into the living room, I realized two things.

Number one, you can never walk into a room unannounced if you live with a guy, and Number two, Netflix has My Little Pony.

I can simply summarize why I now know those two pieces of information. Dom was playing with his beef thermometer while watching My Little Pony on Netflix.

“WHAT IN CHEESES CRUST ARE YOU DOING!” I screeched upon seeing him.

A normal person would have probably acted alarmed or embarrassed, but Dom just put a pillow over his man junk to cover it and greeted me with a smile as if everything was normal and not as if I’d just been traumatized and most likely in need psychological help now .

“Oh hey Ev, how’s it going? Did you have fun on your date?”

“Not as much fun as you and your hand were having.” I turned around to give him a chance to make himself decent, “PUT SOME PANTS ON!”

I heard some shuffling and finally after a couple minutes he let me know that the coast was clear.

“Come have a seat,” he patted the spot next to him on the couch.

“How about a no,” I shuddered just looking at it. I'm never going to be able to see that couch in the same way ever again.

I made my way to one of the two cushioned chairs on either side of the couch.

“You seriously need to start doing your business in enclosed spaces, per say maybe YOUR ROOM!”

 “Ev mastur…”

“Eww please don’t say that word,” I stopped him before he could continue further.

“All that i'm trying to say is, playing with your ding dong is nothing to be ashamed of. Every guy does it because if we don't we will die." He talked to me like you would a 4 year old, "You don't want me to die do you?"