Page 15 of With You

Sam was in the shower.

A fact that I was trying desperately to not think about. I was currently trying to keep my hands and brain busy doing mundane tasks like unpacking and setting up my equipment. When that was done and I could still hear the soft hiss of water, I unpacked my clothes, making sure to only take half the drawers in the dresser in case Sam wanted to unpack as well.

I searched the small room looking for something else to do and my eyes zeroed in on the bed. I remembered her earlier suggestions when she thought I was asking about the sleeping arrangements and wanted to take care of this for her.

There was a thin blanket under the comforter and when I rolled it up, it made the perfect barrier to divide the bed in half. The bed was queen-sized and though I was a lot bigger than the last time we’d shared a bed, there should be enough room for both of us to sleep comfortably.

The door to the bathroom opened and I turned, ready to show off my ingenious bed preparing skills. But the sight of her had me going uncharacteristically mute. I couldn’t think of a single word I was going to say, because Jesus Christ, her pajamas. At least, I think they were supposed to be pajamas. Sam had on a thin, black tank top with a sugar skull screen printed on the front and a pair of those booty shorts that she favored when she was working out.

It took every ounce of my self-control to keep my eyes off her ass when she was doing squats in those things. I hated fuckers that ogled women in the gym, women who were minding their own business and trying to work out. But we weren’t in the gym, she was walking around the room we were sharing in them, her long legs shining as though she’d just applied lotion. Her skin was flushed pink from the hot shower and her hair was wet, leaving damp circles on the tank top where the ends met the fabric.

I ran a hand down my face, blocking out the sight of her braless tits, my heart racing inside my chest. This was how I died, I guess.

She was unpacking her bag, placing her clothes into the drawers next to mine and fuck if that wasn’t sexy, too. Our belongings lying next to each other with only a thin divider of wood between them. I grabbed my toiletries bag and strode to the bathroom, closing the door and locking it before I did something stupid like insist she put those tiny panties in the drawer with my boxer briefs.

The counter was littered with bottles, I wanted to inspect every one of them, sniff them so I could find out which one gave her the smell that was inherently Sam. Then I’d buy it for myself so I could breathe it in when I was back home, alone, maybe spray it all over my pillow.

Shit, I needed to get it together. If I stayed in here too long, she might think I was jerking off. Which sounded fantastic to my stiff, aching cock but my goal was to make Sam more comfortable with our living situation. And masturbating in the shared bathroom wouldn’t do that. Turning the shower temperature as cold as I could stand, I shivered under the freezing spray and quickly washed my hair and body.

After toweling off, I realized I’d made a monumental mistake. In my haste to get away from Sam and her tempting body, I’d forgotten to grab fresh clothes. Which meant I was now standing stark naked in the middle of the bathroom with two options, I could put my dirty clothes back on and go out to grab clean ones, or I could take the world’s smallest towel and cover myself as much as possible while I went to get my shorts.

Deciding on the towel over the clothes I’d been wearing all day, I prayed that Sam would already be asleep. The stupid door squeaked as I cracked it open, drawing Sam’s eyes immediately. Most of my body was still hidden behind the door, but the longer I stayed this way the bigger Sam’s smile grew.

“You forgot clean clothes, didn’t you?” She bit her lip, holding back a laugh and I narrowed my eyes. I could see the humor in the situation, but damned if I was going to give her the upper hand.

“Maybe?”

“Would you like me to avert my eyes, protect your delicate innocence?” The mattress shook as she rolled to her side, unable to contain the laughter any longer.

Accepting that the towel only covered me to mid-thigh, leaving my right hip completely exposed, I swung the door open and stomped into the room. Then, I pulled the drawer open, grabbed a fresh pair of briefs and pulled open the next drawer for some shorts.

Slamming the drawers shut, I turned to make my way back into the bathroom and flipped Sam off over my shoulder before closing the door. I didn’t even notice that her laughter had stopped.

6

SAM

My head dropped to the pillow as the bathroom door closed.

That was what a naked Roe looked like now? I’d noticed the changes to his body covered with clothes. He’d become so freaking thick; thighs, arms, chest and ass, oh yeah, I’d looked at his dump truck ass until the door hid it from my sight. I’d been entranced by it, not even giving myself enough time to take in the bulge of his cock that was pressed against the front of the insanely tiny towel.

I’d seen him almost every day since we started working together but it was completely different when all those glorious body parts were covered with fabric. And the tattoos…I squirmed on the scratchy sheets as I tried to recreate the swirls of colorful ink that wrapped around his muscles like a caress. It must have taken him hours, months, years of sitting still while the needle drew each beautiful picture.

I could spend all night tracing them and still find something new tomorrow. Which was a very bad thought to have considering the wetness that was forming inside my panties. The door squeaked open again and this time I kept my eyes firmly on the popcorn ceiling.

“What? No more jokes?” The bed dipped, causing my body to tilt to the right and my traitorous eyes to follow.

He had on loose athletic shorts now but was unfortunately still shirtless. I was once again eagerly taking in his tattoos. They were everywhere, no amount of skin was untouched by them except a patch on the left side of his chest. It couldn’t have been more than a few inches in diameter and it seemed to be intentionally blank.

Given the honesty that we’d shared during dinner, I decided it couldn’t hurt to ask.

“You missed a spot,” I poked the area with my finger, completely unsurprised by the hardness underneath.

The bed bounced when he shifted under the covers, propping his head up with his hands. “I’m saving it,” apparently it was Roe’s turn to stare at the ceiling.

“Makes sense, after that piece all that will be left is your face. Gray’s a lenient boss but I’m not sure how he’ll feel about you attending client meetings with a teddy bear tattooed on your cheek.”

“Ha ha, joke’s on you, I love teddy bears. They’re soft and snuggly, can double for a pillow in a pinch. But no, I have no desire to ink my face. I mean, why would I cover up God’s most beautiful creation?” He turned to his side and smiled at me.

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