Page 51 of Frat House Fling

As always, he sidestepped whenever I tried to get personal—and possibly identifying—information out of him.I can neither confirm nor deny that.

Well, whoever it was, I’m grateful. The sheets are so silky and soft.

Do they feel soft against your pajamas or against your bare skin?

I’m wearing a nightgown. Sorry to disappoint.

Maybe you’re disappointing yourself.

I frowned.What do you mean?

Well, you’ve got clean, brand-new sheets. Why not enjoy them fully? I bet your nightgown doesn’t feel as good against your skin as those sheets would.

Perhaps. But I never sleep naked. Do you?

Perhaps.

That thought made me wonder who he was, and where he was. Was he lying in bed down the hallway? I decided to tease him with the old joke that the members of the frat were all ugly, which of course was about as far from the truth as you could get.Please, I don’t want to think about a gargoyle like you naked in bed.

Yes, you do.

Dammit, he was right.

You should try it.

Was he serious? My skin heated, even though he had steered the conversation in a slightly more adult direction a couple of times in the past.

He must’ve sensed my hesitation, because he started typing again.You should try it. You might like it.

Maybe I will sometime.

Or you could now.

I bit my lip as my pulse rate increased.

He continued on.Who’s going to know? It’s not like I’d know the difference between chatting with a clothed woman and a naked one. But I sure like the idea of that second one better.

Really?

Really. You might like it too.

OK.

He sent back an emoji with raised eyebrows, and I could almost feel his surprise.Let me know when you’re nude… like me.

It should have freaked me out, that he was texting me while naked, but somehow it didn’t. I felt safe under this amazingblanket, safe from harm, and safe to explore things I usually didn’t get to.

It didn’t want to leave this warm, safe cocoon to stand up, so I rolled onto my back, bending my knees. I lifted my hips up to slide off the stretchy shorts I slept in. Night Owl was right; the bedding did feel even better on my bare legs.

It was a little harder to wiggle out of my nightgown, but it really did feel amazing to snuggle up under this warm, heavy blanket with nothing between it and my skin.

Amazing… and a little dangerous.

OK, I’m done.I felt a little shy.

How does it feel?

Really good, I admitted.

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