Page 361 of Rock Me All Night
Under the covers, I change into the temporary pajamas. They smell like him. It should bother me, smelling like a strange man I barely know, but it's utterly intoxicating.
I climb out of bed, brush my teeth and wash my face. He's back on the couch, stripped down to his boxers, watching something.
He looks lonely all by himself.
Maybe I'm projecting. Manic, bossy, know it all Tom can nail any single woman in a twenty mile radius. He revels in his manwhore status, makes a point of avoiding relationships.
But he's human. He must get lonely.
His eyes meet mine. He motions to my bunkgo to sleep.
I nodof course, climb into my bunk, and pull the curtain closed.
But sleep isn't happening. My mind is racing. And my body—it's way too keyed up to sleep.
What was it he said?There are gonna be a lot of vibrators running out of battery tonight.That's the only way I'm going to relax enough for decent sleep.
I can't masturbate on the bus. Maybe in the private room. But not here.
I press my lids together and take deep breaths. They don't help. I'm flushed, needy.
But I'm not bold enough to do anything to ease the situation.
