Page 46 of Follow Your Bliss

His face was bright red. “That’s…a lot of information. Thank you. Fuck.” He rubbed his beard. “Now you have me worrying if I’ve ever pleased a woman, like ever.” His eyes drifted back to the TV then back to me. “I’m not a creep with all these questions. I swear.”

“You’re fine,” I sighed, flopping back into my spot. “They don’t exactly teach this stuff in school. A lot of people go their whole life without knowing what their own clitoris looks like or what to do with it. There’s no way their partners can intuitively know what to do with it, either. Not that I have one. A partner, I mean. I have a clitoris.”

“Hey.”

I met his eyes. They were so big, and so brown, and so close to mine. Like his tempting lips.

“I’m sure there’s a great guy out there for you, probably even closer than you think.”

His eyes dropped to my lips, and my heart backflipped against my throat. Did he even know he did it? He immediately went back to laughing at the robots like nothing happened while I was trying to down-girl my heart back inside my rib cage. I settled in to watch the movie, but it was a long time before my pulse calmed down.

I dreamt I was having an orgasm so hard it woke me up. My eyes fluttered open. I was a little spoon. Jason lightly snored behind me, unmoving, but his thick arm had my back pulled to his front. His hand laid softly over my belly, and his massive erection pressed against my bottom, warm through our clothes.

My skin tingled all over. That orgasm hadn’t been a dream. Through an effort of will unlike any I thought I possessed, I managed to not squirm back against him and pull his hand to my breast.

Goddamn, he feltso good.

But he didn’t think of me that way. He’d be so embarrassed if he knew, especially with his vow of celibacy. Slowly, I pulled my hips forward to break the contact, but the movement woke him.

He stirred, his hand slipping across my stomach as he turned away from me. His whole body tensed, most likely at the exact moment he realized.

His hips jerked back. “Morning.”

I sat up and stretched. “Morning.”

“Everything okay?” he asked tentatively.

I turned to smile at him. “Yeah, I’m just—upnow.” I giggled and stood up.

“Wait, what? Christ, Rose, I’m so sorry,” he slurred sleepily. “I don’t have any control over my body when I’m asleep.”

I didn’t respond, just laughed as I walked away.

“Roooose,” he called softly, dragging out the long “o” in my name.

“Yeeees,” I called back, grabbing my phone. It was nearly eight in the morning, so surely there was some news about home by now. I tapped my way to our local station’s website on the way to the bathroom.

“I’m really sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

I shut the door. “I never said I didn’t like it,” I called out, giggling.

“Wait, what?” His muffled voice carried through the door.

“I said, ‘I know you can’t control it!’” I cackled and watched the live newsfeed while I peed.

“What’s going on with the storm?” Jason asked as I came out of the bathroom. He was packing up his sofa bed, still shirtless. He must be severely allergic to shirts.

Guess we’re not gonna talk about his giant boner against my ass. How big was that thing? It was gonna be all I could think about today. “Nothing good. A huge electrical tower fell into the Mississippi River. Most of New Orleans has no power, and they don’t expect it to come back for a week, or more.”

“Oh damn, seriously?” He pulled out his phone, tapped a number, and put the phone to his ear. “My landline’s ringing, but the answering machine’s not picking up. Yeah—we don’t have power.”

I tapped over to another screen. “Entergy’s outage map shows all red, all around the church. It was mostly a wind event, but it flooded in lower-lying areas. Trees are down all over the metro area, and I-10’s shut down in both directions on either side of the city. This is the worst.” I flopped my head back dramatically onto the sofa.

“Maybe, or maybe you’re looking at it the wrong way. Ever hear that saying that the difference between an ordeal and an adventure is attitude?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Says the man with clean underwear.”

“Come on.” He stood by the sofa and stretched his hands out to me. “Get up, get your shoes on, and let’s get breakfast. Then I’m taking you shopping and buying you some clothes.”

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