Page 27 of Catching Feeling

What?

My brow furrows. “First of all, why are you making a puddle on my carpet, and hello… have you heard of something called knocking? God, we just had a discussion about boundaries like two weeks ago, Reese!”

White flag, Viv. White flag. You can think it, but you can’t say it. Woosah.

“Viv, for god’s sake, please bitch at me later. Pink bottle. Tell me, now,” he grunts.

“No, we can’t talk about it now. There are boundaries in place for a reason.”

He clutches the towel tighter around him when it loosens slightly from his grip, and my mouth runs dry.

God. Why is he so stupidly hot?

It’s a crime against humanity. Truly. Being in the same room with a half-naked man that looks like him and you’re not allowing yourself to touch. And really shouldn’t even be looking…

At the little patch of hair below his belly button that leads to what I know is the best dick on the planet. He’s so annoying even his dick is perfect.

“Viv. Fucking focus, please,” Reese pleads, his voice rising a pitch. “I need to know what is in the pink bottle in the shower, right. Now.”

“Um… exfoliating body wash? I think? I mean, I can’t really remember offhand, but why are you even showering in my bathroom and not your?—”

He cuts me off with a pained groan. “Look, tell me right now, whatever the fuck is in it… is it going to make my dick fall off?”

“What?” I screech. “What do you mean fall off?”

There’s a pause, and then he sighs, dragging his free hand through his wet hair to push it off his face. “Is it?”

I’m so confused.

“Why would you be worried about your dick falling off? Wait, why are you even worried about my shower products? It’s just bo—” Then, it dawns on me.

Why he’s standing in front of me with a panicked expression and asking me if it’s going to make his dick fall off.

My eyes widen, and I groan, “No. No, Reese. Tell me you did not.”

His expression changes slightly, a look that is almost… guilty passing his face.

“You used my body wash to… jack off?” I sputter. “Are you serious right now?”

Shit. Now I’m imagining Reese in the shower, steam fogging the glass as he stands inside, one hand on the wall holding his weight as he strokes his cock to the scent of my body wash, his face morphed in pleasure.

Stop it right the hell now, Vivienne.

Now, I’m turned on.

“Fuck, my dick is actually tingling right now. And not in a good way. I think it’s going to fall off, Viv. This is serious. My dick can’t fall off. It’s my best feature.”

My gaze drops to the noticeable bulge beneath the towel, and I let it linger for only a second before dragging it back to his face. “I can’t believe you used my body wash to jerk off. Maybe your dick should fall off. Serves you right.”

“I’m sorry, okay? Shit! I had soap in my eyes, and I just reached for something.” He shifts from one foot to the other, then brings his hand to the bulge, adjusting it. I try not to look. Really, I do.

Scout’s honor.

“Should I call my mom? I don’t even know my health insurance. Fuck, this is bad,” he mumbles.

I let him suffer for a few more beats before rolling my eyes and crossing my arms over my chest, mostly so he doesn’t see my hardened nipples poking through the thin fabric of my T-shirt.

I do not need to encourage him. Boundaries.

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