Page 60 of The Bro-code

Those soft, soft lips… I flip onto my stomach.

Hmm the way he nipped at my lips was so sexy… I flip back onto my back when my nipples harden to the point that they ache.

The same way they hardened yesterday when I bumped into Jagger in the hallway and he winked at me.

Oh God.

I rub my thighs together to relieve the ache that makes me pulse, desperate for attention.

I know what you’re all thinking.

That I should take care of myself, take the edge off. Believe me, I tried last night and… nothing.

If anything, touching myself made it worse. I even used one of the countless vibrators I bought in the hopes of reaching that elusive “big O” but the thing ran out of juice leaving me sore and more desperate than before.

I feel like such a fraud. I project this sex positive image and I can’t even get myself off.

Maybe that’s why Topher cheated?

No, I refuse to justify him for being a cheating a-hole. I did everything he wanted in bed, I always made sure he was satisfied. And I don’t think he even realizes that I never orgasmed, because I faked it every single time after I realized that it was never gonna happen for me.

Maybe I should have pursued a career in cinema, because I’ll tell you what, I’d give Jennifer Lawrence a run for her money. Or Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally, that old movie that’s my mom’s favorite.

I should try to sleep, I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow. I prepped most of the stuff for the chili for the team; but between a schedule packed with classes and the game at night, I’ll need all my beauty sleep.

Come on Bay, close your eyes, even out your breath and…

His soft, soft lips.

His big, slightly rough hands.

The way his tongue curled around mine.

Dammit.

I can’t sleep and now I’m parched.

A glass of water, that’s what I need. Then I’ll go to sleep.

I get out of bed and tiptoe my way down the stairs in the dark, quiet Gamma house.

At least the guys are getting their much needed rest, I think as I enter the kitchen.

I keep my favorite sparkling water in the fridge. There’s nothing more refreshing than cold, bubbly water when you toss and turn in bed, feeling slightly sweaty.

I stand in front of the open fridge, taking two long sips of my water. Hmm that’s so good. The bubbles make my lips tingle pleasantly, almost like the touch of Jagger’s lips.

As I picture his golden eyes for the umpteenth time since that kiss, someone clears their throat behind me.

“Hey,” Jagger’s soft whisper reaches me. “I wanted to make sure you knew I was here, I didn’t want to scare you.”

“I appreciate that, thank you.” I turn around and drink him in.

He has no business looking so sexy with his dark blond hair mussed and in a pair of loose boxers that hang low on his hips showing a hint of that delicious carved V.

Of course with my rotten luck as of late, he’d be shirtless.

“You ok?” He asks running a hand through his hair with the only result of looking even sexier if possible.

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