Pristine | M.W.

03

"Stop touching me." I groan, shoving my face into my pillow.

"It's cleaning day, Elias." Scotty mumbles in my ear, kissing my neck. I couldn't help but grin at such a feeling. "Mike's in the shower, I want a kiss," he says against my neck, his hair falling onto his face. "Please."

I sigh and give in, but me being me, I make it completely dramatic. I push my body up, kneeling on my knees, and crawl over to caress him. He was shirtless, and even a bit sweaty. He seemed to look entirely beautiful though. Wiping his strands of hair out of his face, and leaning down to kiss his plump and pink lips. He forced his tongue into the kiss, and his hands wrapped around my body.

"Thank you." He smiles widely, as if I had just made his entire day.

"What are we cleaning today?" I stand up, and look around the room. If I was honest, this hotel room was the cleanest out of all the them, the lady of the room kept it clean, obviously by yours truly.

"Windows, bathroom, the usual." He says, pushing himself up on his elbows. "Hey Elias,"

I dart my head towards him, "Wanna have sex?"

I cross my arms and rolled my eyes. "No, don't you get enough of that daily? I mean this is my break from it all," I throw my hands up and sit next to him.

"You never thought what it'd be like to have sex with me?" Scotty says, crawling his strong hand towards my thigh. "...how sensual and meaningful it'd be." His voice got deep, and I could feel his breath on my neck.

"Sorry, cleaning is my priority today!" I shook my head, stood up, and looked at him. "Sex is my job, Scott. And I don't think I'm ready to take whatever we are to sex."

"We're only friends, right?" Ouch.

"I mean, yeah, of course." I look away, pulling my hair behind my ear.

"And so it's only sex." He shrugs. Facing the ceiling. It wasn't though. I thought he had feelings for me, but maybe he's just playing it cool.

"Yeah." I trail off, and head to knock on the bathroom door. Mike instantly shoots the door open, his body was soaked and he was dressed in nothing but a white towel. I shoot him a slight smile and walk in, grabbing the cleaning products from under the sink, not making eye contact and fastening my actions.

"You okay?" Mike asks, wiping the steam-filled mirror just above me.

"Mhm" I respond, and stand up quickly. I had armful of sprays, sponges, and gloves. At this point I was stressing myself out, trying not to focus on the fact I'm just a friend to Scott.

"You're lying. What's wrong?" He stands in front of me, blocking the door. I shake my head and attempt to get passed him. Just as I do, I drop a few products out of my arms.

I couldn't help but curse. I kneel down and grab the bottles I had dropped, only to immediately drop a few more. "Fuck!" I sit down on the ground, pulling at the roots of my head.

"Eli..." he kneels down beside me. "Take it slow babe, tell me what's up?"

I sigh, I knew if I told Mike that Scott and I went out last night, he'd freak out.