Choose Me

Chapter 9

"Want to go apartment hunting with me?" Dexter asks me as he steps out of the bathroom freshly showered with nothing but a pair of jeans on and water dripping down his stomach. I hear his throat clear and quickly lift my gaze to his.

"What was that?" I ask, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks.

"I asked you if you wanted to go apartment hunting with me."

"Oh, yeah. Sure. Let me just take a quick shower."

"But you took one earlier this morning," he reminds me and I laugh embarrassed.

"I know, but I could really use another one." And stat.

If only I could cleanse my brain too. It needs a good bleaching after what I just saw. The water dripping down his naked torso was too much for my loins and perverted mind. All I wanted to do when I first saw him was lick the droplets off his stomach and I bet he would have let me too.

He's Elsie's baby brother, I remind myself but the longer I spend with Dexter, the harder it is to keep that thought in the forefront of my mind.

I'm starting to feel like Dexter was put on this earth to torture me and I'm so close to throwing caution to the wind and earning my one-way ticket straight to hell. A part of me can't help but think that Dexter would be more than worth it, but if I do it, I risk losing Elsie and I can't have that. She's my best friend.

"Don't take forever," Dexter tells me, puling me out of my train of thought.

"I won't."

"That's what all women say," he responds with a look of disbelief.

"Shut up." I walk past him and go into my room. I quickly grab my towel and head to the joint bathroom Elsie and I share. Well, now the three of us share since Dexter lives with us now.

I keep my promise to him and don't take long to finish taking a shower and walk out of the bathroom in just my towel. I'm pretty sure I hear him sigh and turn to look at him watching me.

"I'll be right out," I tell him and walk into my room, trying to forget the way he looked at me as if I was a morsel to eat. I drop my towel as soon as I'm inside my room and head for my drawers. I grab a pair of panties that have a funny print on them and put them on before reaching for my bra when I hear my door open. I freeze in place and refuse to turn, not wanting to flash whoever it is with my boobs.

For my sake, I really hope it's Elsie checking in on me. It wouldn't be the first time she's walked in on me changing. I have a bad habit of remembering to lock my door. I do sometimes but sometimes I'm so one-track-minded, I forget to do important things like lock a dang door.

"Uh, Reyna...I-I forgot what I wanted to say," I hear Dexter say with a nervous chuckle.

"Well, don't just stand there. Get out," I yell at him as I reach for my black bra and put it on. When I don't hear the door close, I look over my shoulder. "Dexter, what are you waiting for? Get out," I tell him and see him gulp. When he doesn't move I walk toward him and relish the way he eats me up with his eyes. It's wrong because of who he is to me but I can't help but like feeling desired. "Dexter, you need to stop walking in on me changing," I tell him, wanting to lighten the mood and push him out the door. "I'll be ready in a bit. In the meantime, clean that drool off your chin," I tease him and shut the door, making sure to lock the door this time.

I go through my clothes and settle for something casual and dress in a pair of jean shorts, a graphic tee, and my low-tops. I keep my makeup natural-looking and just apply some gel to my curls before heading out to meet Dexter. I could dry it but I don't want to waste any more time and just let my hair air dry.