Page 17 of Trust Me

Fuck.

We’re both silent.

My eyes are stuck to the ground, staring at my assortment of vibrators. I fumble and sink to my knees, refolding the bottom of the box so that I can shove them back in there.

“That’s quite the collection you got there,” Elio finally speaks up, with no hint of teasing in his voice. It’s genuine appreciation, which somehow makes all of this even worse.

“Just please stop talking,” I groan while putting them back in the box. Well, it’s more like chucking because I want them off his floor this instant. Warmth spreads across my cheeks from embarrassment.

“This one looks fun,” he says, crouching down to pick up a clit stimulator.

My mind instantly conjures an image of me on the couch, legs spread as Elio fucks me while using the stimulator at the same time. He’d be telling me what a dirty girl I am and—wait, no.

I swat his hand away. “What the hell, Elio? Don’t touch my stuff, especially not that.”

He throws both of his hands up in defense and then that panty-dropping smirk erupts on his face. “I said no hookups, so you had to bring in the cavalry, huh?”

I glare at him as the last vibrator gets tossed back into the box. Then I do the same with my books. Elio helps me with those, and I allow it because the sooner this moment is over, the better.

“These seem educational,” he murmurs as he appraises them, picking one up and flipping through the pages of a spicy romance book between a girl and her brother’s best friend.

I snatch it from his hands, the word cock catching my eyes multiple times on the page.

Fuck. Me.

This is so embarrassing.

I toss it back into the box with the rest, and then I practically run with the box to my room, not sparing him a glance. I drop it in the en suite bathroom because I’m going to clean all of those vibrators before I shove them in my nightstand.

As I exit the bathroom, Elio enters the room and plops the last box down on the floor next to the others. “I’ll let you get settled in. Let me know if you need anything.”

I’m surprised at his ability to let the last two minutes go. “I won’t, but thanks.”

“If you need any batteries for your friends, they’re in the drawer beside the sink,” he calls out as he leaves my room, tapping the doorframe on his way.

I take it back. This is exactly what I expected.

“Fuck off,” I shout back, and all I hear is his laughter rumbling off the walls as he retreats.

Home sweet home.

Chapter 7

Elio

I officially had the worst sleep of my life last night.

I tossed and turned all night, and it all had to do with my roommate.

I’m not uncomfortable with her being here, but now knowing the spicy books she likes to read, I feel fucked. It makes me want to read them so that I can learn what she likes.

And to top it off? Seeing all her goddamn vibrators made it hard not to imagine her using them under my roof.

I could picture it perfectly in my mind. Jasmine’s curls fanned on her pillow, her soft skin glistening with sweat as her fingers and toy worked between her thighs. I imagined she’d pinch her nipple every so often and that I could hear the sweetest moans coming from her lips.

It’s not like I could hear anything happening from my room, but if a box of vibrators falls to my feet, then it’s obviously going to cross my mind.

The problem with that is that I couldn’t get it off my mind. And usually, I’m good at centering myself, like I did before going on the ice. Not last night, though. It was fucking pointless trying to stop the thoughts.

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