Page 41 of Touch Me

Get a grip.

It’s never gonna happen. She’s going to kill it at this internship, become a successful journalist, meet some handsome, smarmy sportscaster namedLou Bricantwho wears khakis and button-down shirts with loafers, get married and have two point five kids with a house in the suburbs, and take Henry because he likes her more than me, apparently.

Being in my head sucks.

I grab some leftovers out of the fridge.

“You want me to heat up a hot dog for you?” I ask Cassie from the kitchen.

“Sure,” she says, rising from the couch. “I can’t find anything to watch anyway.”

Henry groans when she gets up and whines at his loss.

Suck it, furball.

I put the hot dogs on a plate and pop them into the microwave.

“Wait,” she says, coming around the counter. “Wrap them in a paper towel or the bread will turn to stone.” She reaches behind me for the paper towels, but instantly stops when she realizes I’m too close to get them without brushing up against me. I move to the side a few steps, feeling like the loser I am, and she smiles. The pity smile. Fucking perfect.

You know what? Fuck this.

“Come here,” I say, motioning in front of me.

Her eyes snap up to meet mine. “What?”

“Come here, stand in front of me. I want to try something.” I point to the floor in front of me.

My eyes dart to her mouth as her tongue wets her lips. She stops in front of me, hands behind her on the edge of the counter, pushing her tits out in all their braless glory. Closing my eyes, I take in a deep breath, trying to shake off the effect she has on me.

Stepping toward her, I place my hands just to the outside of hers, keeping my arms extended, so I’m not touching her anywhere. Her eyes bounce around my face landing on my lips and her breath dances over my skin.

“What do you want me to do?” she whispers.

“Just... don’t move.”

She swallows, nodding, and I close my eyes, listening to her breath mix with mine. Smelling her sweetness. Feeling the warmth of her skin so close to mine, I picture myself hands tangled in her hair, kissing the hell out of her. Imagine her hands wrapping around my neck, her tits pressing against my chest while I grab her waist, set her up on the island, and step between her parted legs—our kissing becomes frantic. Tongues tangled and hands roaming, I drag her tank top over her head and palm her tits, pulling a nipple into my mouth. She rests back on her hands and throws her head back, moaning, spreading her legs wider as I touch her over her shorts, feeling her heat and wetness. I slide my thumb up and down her slit as she squirms to get closer, stroking her harder, faster while she chants my name over and over. Cassie reaches down and grabs my cock through my pants, stroking me root to tip—

“Arooooo!” Henry howls, and heated green eyes stare back at me when I open my eyes.

Both of us are breathing heavily, our chests almost touching. A pink flush paints Cassie’s face and neck, and she bites down on her lower lip.

Fucking dog.

“Are you okay? You were lost there for a minute.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” I push myself off the island and take a few steps back. “Just trying to get used to being in close quarters with someone, ya know?”

Liar.

“I don’t want you to feel like you make me uncomfortable. This is your home, too, for the foreseeable future.” I run my hands through my hair and down my face. “You should be able to reach around me for a fucking paper towel.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” she says, taking a step forward to reach for me before immediately correcting herself. She wants to comfort me. It’s her nature. And I can’t even let her do that. “It’s going to take time. We don’t have to rush.”

I look at her, and all I see is pity on her face.

“How long did the other things take to accomplish? How long did it take you to be able to go out and not run right back home? Or to run on the treadmill without busting your face?”

“A while.”

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