Page 79 of Escaping Our Reality

Chapter 33

CRUTCH

I’m gonna kill her.

I know for a fact that when I got in the shower, my shorts, T-shirt, and boxer briefs were all laying on the countertop.

Now, only my boxer briefs remain.

“Lulu, what did you do with my clothes?”

“Huh? What did you say?”

I raise my voice a little louder. “Where did you put my clothes? My shirt? My shorts?”

“I can’t hear you. Come out of the bathroom if you need to talk.”

That little minx. She’s been trying to get me out of my shorts more than usual these past few days. Just like normal, I keep putting it off. I’m drowning in my own jizz, but I’m too afraid to take it further.

Of course, I can’t be too mad at her after what happened Monday night with my parents. She stood up for me. She made me feel like I was worth something. She didn’t treat me any differently after meeting my repulsive parents.

She put ice on my cheek. Hugged me. Kissed me.

Loved me.

It was such a foreign concept but one that made me feel super human.

Sliding on my underwear, I open the bathroom door and stalk across to the bedroom. She’s sitting on the bed, with my pillow hugged against her lap. I think I see my blue T-shirthiding behind her back. Her eyes widen and she ogles every small detail of my body. Once. Twice. Three times.

I love it when she checks me out.

Reluctantly, she forces her gaze back to my face. “What were you yelling about?”

I fold my arms across my chest. “My clothes. What did you do to my clothes?”

“Does it matter? Aren’t clothes overrated?” She blinks, trying to look innocent as she throws my own words back at me.

The second she licks her lips, my dick hardens. I need to get this situation under control. Fucking stat. Turning my back to her, I reach in the small dresser for another pair of shorts. She’s quicker than me, though.

How’d she get so quick?

Her arm snakes around my waist and her fingertips brush against my cock. It jumps like I just received an electrical shot directly to my groin. Knocking her hand away, I shift to the side. “No.”

She giggles. “No?” She tries to reach around me again.

The feel of her touch roaming across my wet skin makes me dizzy. “Stop it, Lulu.” My tone is much harsher than I intend.

So harsh she gasps. “Ry, why don’t you want me touch you? I know I’m not experienced, but…” Her voice trails off, unsure how to finish the sentence.

Quickly pulling on my shorts, I spin around. She’s upset. And it rips the heart from my chest. She’s rubbing the scar on the back of her neck, chewing on her lusciously pink bottom lip.

“That’s what you think? You think I don’t want you to touch me?”

She sighs. She wants to hide. She wants to run away, but that’s not My Lulu. Instead, she takes a step in my direction, looking deep into my eyes. “Yes. Because I try. Over and over. And you won’t let me. What else am I supposed to think?”

I shake my head. “All I want in life is to be touched by you. Twenty-four hours a day I dream about having your hand wrapped around me. I fantasize about having your mouth on me. It’syou. I always want everything you have to offer, Lulu. Everything you have to give.”

She likes the honesty of my words. Her lips curve into a small, sad smile. “Then why not let me?”

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