Page 19 of Love Wasted

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Lightly kicking the door open after I unlock it, I drop my biggest bag in the entryway of Laney’s apartment before turning back and grabbing my two smaller ones. It’s a long drive between my parents and Laney’s apartment in the city, and I’m exhausted. Yawning, I close the door behind me, deciding to put my bags in my room later. I want to grab a drink first.

I grab a glass from the cabinet then pull the filtered water pitcher from the fridge. Drinking the entire glass in one gulp, I turn around, taking in the room now that it’s light outside and not filled with forty of her closest friends. When she said I could stay and she’d be out of town on a work trip for six weeks, I breathed a sigh of relief. It would be hell driving into the city every day for work if I stayed at my parents. Admiring the space, I know I’m going to be comfortable here.

I set the glass in the sink and decide to go ahead and grab my bags to start unpacking no matter how tired I feel. I have an early meeting and although I’m fortunate enough to roll out of bed and land in my office, I want to be able to relax tonight. Stepping around the bar of the open kitchen and into the foyer, I bend to grab my bags then hear the sound of running water.

Without picking my bag up, I turn and follow the sound into Laney’s bedroom. It’s now apparent to me that I heard water running because the shower is on. Confused, I walk quietly to the bathroom door and push it slowly open. The room is steaming up, but I can still make out a long, lean figure standing under the spray of the shower—Cassandra.

A slow smile creeps across my face. I should leave. She doesn’t even know I’m here. It’s not right, but damn I think I’m getting hard just watching the way she moves under the water even if I can’t see a single part of her body clearly.

What in the hell is she doing here? Isn’t her apartment just upstairs?

Also, is she singing Britney Spears?

Holding back my laughter, I take a step back because I know it isn’t right for me to be standing here when Cassandra doesn’t even know I’m in the apartment, let alone the room. Leaving the door slightly cracked, I sit in the overstuffed chair Laney has in the corner of her bedroom and wait for her to come out. After a couple more minutes, I hear the water shut off. Then, more quickly than I anticipated, Cassandra walks through the door into the bedroom, completely naked.

She screams bloody murder and drops to the floor on the other side of the bed. I stand up, stunned at first. Then, as if on autopilot, I rush toward her like she’s just been attacked and needs to be rescued.

“Don’t you dare, Paxton Luke!” she screeches, her finger pointing at me as her eyes peek over the side of the bed.

“I…I…” I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say because all I can think about is Cass’s naked body—her toned, coppery, perfectly bare body. All the blood rushed to the deck below, and now I can’t form any words.

“What in the hell is wrong with you? I’m naked! You saw me naked! Oh my god, you saw me without clothes on!” She squeals some more, sounding hysterical, still hiding behind the bed.

“Without clothes on does usually mean naked.” Humor in uncomfortable situations tends to be a bad idea, but I can’t seem to help myself.

She glares in my direction, and I honestly believe if she had a knife, she’d stab me, possibly repeatedly. I try to smooth things over.

“Shit, Cass! I didn’t expect you to walk out here butt ass naked! Do you always just walk around without your clothes on?” Now I’m hollering at her, and I have no idea why. I don’t think I can hear. Can that happen so quickly after the brain loses blood flow?

She pulls the towel from her head and wraps it around her tight little body.

“Are you kidding me?” She looks pissed. “You can’t just sneak up on me like that! What are you doing here, anyway? Laney isn’t here. She won’t be home for over a month,” she continues, the tone of her voice scolding.

“Whoa, whoa, now hold on a minute. I know Laney isn’t here,” I say, beginning to get irritated at her tone. I rest my hands on my hips and we both give one another a hard stare. She’s always been so beautiful when she’s angry, and now I’m thinking about the fact that I now know what she looks like under that towel. Dear God, my balls hurt. I need to go.

Simultaneously, we shout, “Why are you here?” Then, “Laney said I could stay here.”

What the fuck?I’m going to kill Laney.

“What?” Cassandra asks incredulously.

“You heard me—I’m staying here for a while until I find a place,” I tell Cass, still annoyed by her nasty tone.

“But I’m staying here while my apartment is being renovated.” Her voice has taken on an almost fearful tone. “Dammit, Delaney, if you were here right now, I’d kill you.”

I smile at her. She’s always talked to herself when she gets nervous or mad. It’s good to see that hasn't changed.

“You know she can’t hear you, right?” My antagonizing comment is rewarded with a Cassandra Porter scowl, a look I’ve seen more times than I can count over the years.

She doesn’t even dignify the remark with a response. She moves right over it and says, “What are we going to do?”

Shrugging, I walk to the hallway. “There are two rooms, Cass. I’ll stay in the guest room, which is what I was planning on doing anyway. You stay in here. I think we’re both adult enough to live under the same roof while I look for a place to live and Cass’s apartment is renovated. Hell, we practically lived together most of our lives.”

I stop in the doorway and make the mistake of turning back and looking at her—really looking at her. After the nakedness, I didn’t quite focus my attention in her direction, and now I can confirm it was a good call. Cass’s hair is hanging in wet waves over her shoulders. Her skin is still damp, and the curves of her round breasts are visible over the top of the towel she has wrapped around her fit frame. The fact that the towel isn’t very big and hits mid-thigh on her long, toned legs only creates more of a strain in my pants. I quickly turn and step around the wall a bit so I’m partially hidden.

“Are you serious?” she asks, apparently reluctant.

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