Page 50 of Loathe Thy Neighbor

It smacks loudly against the wall…and leaves a niceI was just caught masturbating and I panicked and flung my vibrator across the room–sized hole in the wall.

“Mother…”

“Uh, everything okay in there?” Dean calls through the door.

“OH MY GOSH! GO AWAY!”

“Geez, okay,” he says. “I heard talking and thought you said my name. Sorry.”

His footsteps echo down the hall as I lie there, holding my breath, completely mortified. I place my hand over my chest, trying to calm my breathing. If I thought my heart rate was up during my orgasm…

What in the hell just happened?

After a few minutes of trying to relax, I push myself up to a sitting position, combing back my hair. I smack my lips together, my mouth dry.

I drag myself out of bed and pick up my poor vibrator.

“Sorry about that, buddy,” I whisper, tucking it back into my bedside table.

I quietly pull my bedroom door open. Before I step into the hallway, I peek around the doorframe and to my left.

Dean’s door is closed, and his light is off.

Good.

I sneak down the hall and into the kitchen. As quietly as I can, I get myself a glass of water and chug it. I fill another and settle my back against the counter, trying to get myself to relax.

I’m even more keyed up now than I was before my stellar orgasm.

Of course Dean would ruin my afterglow. That’s just his style, just the thing he’d manage to pull off, the ass.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot my yoga mat rolled up and resting against the couch.

Yes! That’s exactly what I need. Yoga always helps me cool off.

I tiptoe back to my room, grab my phone and earbuds, and then pad back out to the living room.

I unroll my mat and get everything situated before firing up my favorite yogi app.

Before I hit play, I sit still, listening closely to see if I woke Dean up with all my moving about.

Nothing.

He must be asleep.

I take a few gentle breaths and hit play on my go-to routine.

It doesn’t take long until I’m lost in the moves, completely zeroed in on my favorite instructor’s soothing tone.

When the video ends, I continue through my cooldown poses, determined to get out the last of the jitters I feel.

A tickle in my spine draws me out of my trance.

I’m not alone.

Dean’s watching me.

His smoldering stare is boring into me. I don’t have to be looking at him to know that the look in his eyes is the same one I saw earlier in his bedroom.

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