Dixison: Roommates

Sunbathing

Dixie's POV

Addison and I walked to our room together, playfully bumping into each other on the way up the stairs.

"Which swimsuit are you going to wear?"

"Maybe the pink and blue tie-dye," I replied, looking through my clothes.

I found it, sticking out from underneath three pairs of jogger sweatpants.

"Be right back," I smiled.

When I returned from the bathroom, Addison was standing by her dresser, facing the windows.

My brain buzzed, arms losing feeling. Her swimsuit was tiny—a neon orange bikini fitted perfectly around her waist. The top clasped around her back, sunkissed and glowing. My eyes traveled lower.

Cheeky.

She turned, hearing me set down a bottle of tanning oil.

"Your clothes are still on."

"Yes," I smiled. "Yours aren't."

"Oh shut up!" she laughed.

She reached past me, grabbing the tanning oil from its place on the desk.

Her chest came dangerously close to mine and my eyes shot upward, staring at the ceiling, trying to rid my mind of my thoughts.

On the Front Lawn

Addison's POV

I laid out my chair next to Charli's, propping my legs up to lather on some sunscreen.

Dixie followed suit, sitting down and pulling off her shirt.

"Pale ass," Charli coughed.

"Bitch," Dixie reached over me to swat at her. "Connecticut didn't have sun like this."

Her pants came off next, revealing long, toned legs.

Fuck, where were my sunglasses? If I was going to check her out, I should probably be a little more discrete.

Dixie's POV

"Can you help me with my back?" Addison turned to look at me under dark black shades.

"Um... Yeah," I said, trying to conceal the dryness of my throat.

She flipped over in the chair, the small material of her bikini exposing supple curves.

So, I thought. This is what gay panic feels like.

I squirted sunscreen into my palm, rubbing it over my hands.

Addison's POV

Cold hands touched my sun-warmed skin, giving me the chills.

They glided across my shoulders and down my shoulder blades, massaging the lotion into my skin.

Down, down down. She moved her hands below my bikini top, down my spine, nearing the top of my bottoms.

Dixie's POV

I clutched at her waist, feeling its sculpture in my hands.

Perfect, I thought.

Reeling my thoughts back, I rubbed in the remaining white lotion, her skin warm under my touch.

"Thanks," Addison's muffled voice came from where her face was resting in her arm.

"Yep," I cleared my throat, sitting back onto my own chair. Gay. Panic.

3 PM

Dixie's POV

The sun beat down, coating my skin in a prespiratory mix of tanning oil and sweat.

"I'm hot," Charli whined from her chair.

"As fuck," Avani agreed, giggling.

Charli laughed, "I'm going inside to take a shower."

"Me too," I said, rising.

"Me three," Addison pitched in.

"And I guess that makes four," Avani followed, grabbing her drink.

4 PM

Addison's POV

I stood in the bathroom, towel draped around my torso, folded in at the top. I ran a brush through my hair, reminding myself to thank Kouvr for the recommendation on conditioner.

I exited the bathroom, finding Dixie lounging on my bed, wet hair folded into a towel on top of her head. She wore a light gray tee and short, black athletic shorts.

"You smell good," she hummed as I sprawled on the mattress.

I smiled to myself, opening up Snapchat.

"C'mere."

"Hashtag no make-up selfie!" she teased, leaning in to the photo.

She stuck her tongue out, white teeth accentuating the pink of her lips.

I crossed my eyes, hanging my own tongue out of my mouth in likeness.

"Aw. Cute," she looked at the screen, watching me save the picture.

"What are you doing for the rest of the day?" I asked, clicking my phone locked.

"Whatever you're doing."

"I have to go to a business dinner with my new sponsor."

She pouted, jutting out her lower lip.

"Then who will I eat dinner with?"

From her lips to the Devil's ears—

"Dixie?" Griffin knocked on the open door, looking at her through the entrance of our room.