Page 77 of Just for Fun
TWENTY-FOUR
Kyle
I don’t knowwhat time it was when I got to Zara’s place, but it feels like a lifetime ago. She is now sleeping next to me while I’m staring at her ceiling. If anything, I should be the one sleeping since I’ll have a long night working ahead of me.
Turning my head on the pillow, I stare at her angelic face. After everything that’s happened between us in such a short time, I was surprised when she reminded me that our situation was only temporary. Just for fun, she said.
It rubbed me wrong in all the ways. But I didn’t know how to address it either. My solution was to start shaving her pussy. Now that I think about it, that was actually a great idea I had. She went wild on me after I was done, and needless to say, I am out of condoms.
I look away and let out a yawn that threatens to dislocate my jaw. I really am fucking tired. I’d hate to leave her without sayinggoodbye, though. She’d think I did it on purpose to hurt her, or worse yet, that I don’t even care if I hurt her or not.
What she told me about her father explains a lot about Zara and her attitude on life. I feel bad now for not taking her seriously when she repeatedly told me that punctuality was very important to her, or when she freaked out about being late for work. By the look on her coworkers’ faces, that had never happened before.
Deciding that I can’t sleep no matter how hard I try, and since I don’t want to wake Zara up, I slowly get out of bed. First, I use the toilet and wash my hands, then I pull on my boxer briefs and jeans.
I walk out of the bedroom while scratching at my chest, a loud yawn escaping me every so often. Every time that happens, I look back to make sure I didn’t wake her up.
Once I am in the kitchen, I look around for the coffee maker. The counters are spotless, with not even a toaster in sight. That means that she must be putting everything out and then away when finished every single day. That’s a lot of work. I start opening and closing the cabinets in my quest for the coffee maker, and also the coffee. I’m thinking they would be together. When the doorbell rings, I jump, so startled that I hit my head on the door to the cupboard. Scratching at my head, I glance toward the bedroom, but still no Zara. When the doorbell goes off for the second time, I rush to answer the door.
“What. The. Fuck.”
The man outside the door is staring at me like I am an alien. His jaw is slack, and eyes are wide in shock.
“What are you doing in my sister’s house?” He finally gets enough sense to ask. His eyes run up and down my torso. “Naked.”
I look down, thinking that I should’ve probably thrown my T-shirt on after all. But no, here I’m standing in only jeans, no shirt, bare feet, no explanation.
“Hey, man.” I move to the side so he could come in. “Owen, right?”
The dude is massive, tall and wide, and he towers over me, looking like he could crush me like a bug.
“I was, uh, here to, uh…” My eyes go side to side as I try to come up with something good. “I’m here to help your sister with something.”
The look on his face tells me that he’s not buying what I’m telling him.
“Again, naked?” he growls at me.
I point down. “I got pants on!”
Okay, maybe this is not the best time to crack jokes. If I were a smarter person, I’d actually realize that. But trying to salvage this situation is basically impossible.
“Where’s Zara?”
I have a fast answer for this one. “Sleeping.”
Owen is not impressed. “She’s sleeping at six in the afternoon?”
“Well, some people do.” I put my hands on my hips, then change my mind and dig them through my hair. It’s safe to say that I am not making an exactly positive impression on this man.
“Is she still sick?” he asks.
Now it is my turn to frown. “She’s not sick. Just tired.”
“So the flu is gone?”
It’s like he’s talking in riddles. “What flu?”
“She doesn’t have the flu?” There’s a suspicious glint in his eyes now.
