Page 10 of Fake Dates and Home Plates
I feel humiliated and stupid. Then I feel angry because Dakota is the one who should be feeling that way, not me.
I’m not sure how much time passes, but I cry until my body sags against his.
“I promise I’m not trying to make a move,” he breaks the silence. “Are you wearing something under that dress?”
The question is weird, but I answer anyway, thinking that’s the least I can do after all he’s done for me tonight. I can trust he isn’t being a pervert. “Just underwear. Why?”
“I have an idea. Just put on the shirt I brought you. I promise I won’t look.”
I’m curious, but I do it anyway, struggling out of the dress as I hear him switch on the water. Once the shirt is on, I turn around and see him standing beside the running shower.
Naked.
Well, not fully naked. I don’t even try to hide the way my eyes rake over the muscles of his arms and the impressive six-pack.
His bottom half is covered by a pair of briefs just tight enough to have my eyes popping out of my head. Maybe the tears made my vision blurry, because I don’t think I’ve ever seen a flaccid penis that thick.
Not that I’ve looked at a lot of dick. Just a nice, healthy amount.
“Alright, quit staring at my dick and get in the shower. I want to wash your hair.”
I do as I’m told and hop in the shower. The water weighs down my shirt, making the fabric feel heavy against my skin, but I don’t care; it’s hot and feels incredible on the muscles I’ve over-exerted tonight.
Theo’s warm body steps in behind me, but there’s plenty of room.
I watch as he lathers the shampoo in his hands. “Turn around.”
Following his instruction, I’m rewarded with his fingers massaging my scalp.
“Rinse,” he grunts.
Once again, I do as I’m told, and I almost cry again when I discover he does have some conditioner in his shower.
I wonder if he has a lot of female company. This might be a regular thing for him. Maybe he lures women back to wash their hair before or after they fuck. I don’t care. Tonight, it’s me in here, and I’ll take it.
We repeat the process with the conditioner, and I’m torn between wanting to go to sleep and wanting to sit under the hot water on the shower floor.
When I open my eyes, Theo’s face is in a grimace.
“Are you okay?”
He nods, but his jaw is tight. “You moan when I rub your scalp. It might have…affected me.”
Oh. I turned him on.
The smile that takes over my face is cocky and uncontrollable. It feels really fucking good to be a little desirable after the night I’ve had.
“I’m going to let you, uh, finish up. I’ll set a new shirt on the bed for you.” He tells me while he opens the shower door. “The drawers under the sink are stocked with a hairbrush and extra toothbrushes. I’m just down the hall if you need anything else. If not, I’ll see you in the morning.”
He rushes the words out and leaves the bathroom just as fast. I take my time finishing my shower and removing my shirt and underwear so I can clean up.
When I’m done, I lay all the wet clothes on the counter, hoping Theo won’t mind me borrowing something to wear home tomorrow.
Theo did leave a shirt on the bed, as promised; this one hasHudson’s Most Wantedon the front. He’s such a fanboy, buying merchandise and repping the podcast he mentioned.
I find the toothbrush and hairbrush he mentioned, thankful that, for whatever reason, he keeps these things around. My hair takes a few minutes, but eventually, it’s manageable.
I grab my phone off the counter and make my way to the bed, climbing between the sheets. It’s comfortable enough, but the room is dark and quieter than I’m used to. My apartment is close enough to campus that I hear people on the sidewalks and cars on the street well after midnight most nights.
