Page 63 of Mistaken Intention

I step cautiously to the door, which is wide open, and make my way out into the hall. I can hear a shower running and I guess it must be coming from Josie’s room. Her bedroom door is open, too, and I wander over, gasping when I see she hasn’t closed the bathroom door, either. I guess she must have done that so she could hear me, but I’ve got no intention of being heard, and I stand, leaning against the doorframe…

She’s facing away from me, at a slight angle, so I can see the swell of her breast and the curve of her ass. The sunlight from the open window catches in the pouring water, glistening off of her silky skin, like stardust, and snatching the breath from my lungs.

I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life and, my headache forgotten, my cock hardens, straining against my trunks.

I turn, feeling guilty for watching her, and I lean back against the wall beside the door, wondering if this is how I’d normally behave, or whether I’m the kind of man who’d walk in there and claim her. The question is still there… what kind of lover am I? Am I a man who has relationships? Or do I prefer one-night stands? I know there’s a difference… just like I know there’s a difference between fucking and making love. I rub my hand along the length of my cock and contemplate a one-night stand with Josie, shuddering against the thought. It would be impossible. I couldn’t do it. Even if that’s who I was before, Icouldn’t be like that with her. Just like I know I need to eat, to drink, to sleep, I know I need more than one night with her.

I need forever.

What I don’t know is how Drew Bennett would go about making that happen.

“Does that matter?” I whisper to myself.

Surely, I can do whatever I want now. I can be whoever I want to be. If that happens to be the same as Drew Bennett, then so be it. But if not…

I hear the shower shut off and let my hand drop to my side. I can’t let her find me here… not in my current state of arousal, so I go back to my bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed, pulling the cover over, so my erection is hidden from view.

Within a few minutes, Josie appears in the doorway, a cream-colored fluffy towel wrapped around her, just above her breasts, covering her to mid-way down her thighs.

“You’re awake?”

“Yes.”

I look her up and down, unable to help myself. “Sorry,” she says. “I felt like a shower.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Because I should have been here when you woke up.”

“It’s okay.”

She takes a half step forward. “How are you feeling?”

“A little better, but I could use some more painkillers, if I’m allowed?”

“Um… I don’t know what the time is.” She ducks away, returning within moments, still wrapped in the towel, I’m pleased to say. “I can let you have some more. Just give me five minutes to get dressed.”

I’d like to tell her not to bother, but I can’t. If I was moving too fast for her this morning, I doubt anything will have changed in just a few hours.

I stare at the door, wishing she’d come back, wondering if it’s always been this way for me… if I’ve always been this dependent, or whether I’m just feeling this lost because I’m sick…

I hear her footsteps, holding my breath, and then capturing the gasp before it leaves my mouth as she reappears in the doorway.

That’s when I realize I’m not dependent at all. And this has nothing to do with being sick.

I’m not lost either.

I’m in love.

She walks over, carrying a glass of water and clutching two more tablets in her hand, which she holds out to me. Her hair is damp and loose around her shoulders, and she’s wearing jeans, and another of her skin-tight t-shirts… a pale yellow one.

I swallow down the tablets and then sip at the water while Josie pulls my bed back into shape.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.” She takes the glass from me, putting it on the nightstand. “Now… get back into bed.”

I do as she says, lying back on the pillows and looking up at her as she pulls the covers over me. She turns, but I grab her hand, holding on to her.

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