Page 106 of Flipping the Script

“Do you have to do that here?”

“Yes.” I toed off one sneaker and dropped it onto the mat. “Come on. Don’t be shy. It’s not like you haven’t seen it before,” I paused. “Correction, you’ve seen most of it before.”

Was it weird that we’d fucked, but we’d never seen each other naked?

“This is so not what I thought my night was going to look like,” he muttered, stripping off his soaked shirt and dropping it on mine.

“Hard same.” I kicked off my other shoe. “Now stop your bellyaching and get those off before you catch a cold."

“You can’t actually catch a cold from being cold.”

“Just take your damn clothes off,” I said, the fight leaving me as the reality of the situation hit.

We were trapped here with no power, no hot water, and we were both soaking wet and covered in dirt and other grime.

Wordlessly, we stripped down to our underwear, piling our clothes next to the door.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Now we take the world’s coldest shower and get some dry clothes on.”

“Excuse me?”

“You want to stay covered in mud and other gunk, go ahead. But I’m showering.” I grabbed the flashlight and waved it at the stairs. “Either follow me so we can clean up or enjoy hanging out in the dark.”

A freezing cold shower sounded about as appealing as diving into a pool of vinegar, but we didn’t really have a choice.

He followed me up the stairs.

“So, what were you doing before you had to come save me?” I asked, pushing the door to the bathroom open.

“Nothing.” He followed me inside.

“Nothing like nothing? Or nothing like none of your beeswax?”

“Beeswax?”

“Been spending a lot of time with Ben. His sayings have rubbed off on me.” I put the flashlight on the counter and pointed it at the mirror.

That lit up the small room enough for me to actually see all of Jesse for the first time tonight.

He looked as cold and as dirty as me, but even in my pissy state, I couldn’t stop from checking him out.

Even with dirt smeared on him, he had that disheveled golden boy vibe. It was criminal how good he looked.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

I flicked my gaze up out of instinct. Jesse was watching me with an amused expression.

“Like you didn’t do the same.”

He shrugged, not confirming my accusation.

Two could play this game.

With a wink, I shoved my boxer briefs down over my hips. They landed on the floor around my feet with a wetplop.

“Go ahead. You know you want to. Take a look.” I wiggled my hips, my soft dick flopping back and forth comically.

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