My Girl

I finished my shower, feeling somewhat satisfied and even more confused. I thought the crush and feelings once had for Caleb were long gone.

Seeing him today, though, just forced all those hiding emotions to come powering their way through my body.

How can I live in the same house as that guy when just looking at him caused me to touch myself not even fifteen minutes after seeing him again?

He is my brother's best friend. Things can not get complicated. I can't allow my forbidden pleasures to cause problems, and I definitely don't want my brother's best friend to know how I feel about him.

I'd just be embarrassed once he laughed and turned me down.

I looked around the room and groaned when I noticed I didn't bring my suitcase into the bathroom with me.

I had been so caught up with Caleb staring at me that I must have not remembered I was pulling it behind me.

Fuck.

What am I supposed to do now?

I wrap a dark blue towel around my body and softly unlock the door. My suitcase should just be outside the door. I nuzzled the door open, hoping it didn't make any noise, and stuck my hand out.

I flung it around slowly, trying to reach for my suitcase, but my fingers touched nothing.

What the heck?

I opened the door wider, planning on just stepping out of the bathroom long enough to grab my suitcase, then I will rush back inside, but before I could even see where exactly I had left my suitcase, I smacked into something hard.

I came face to face with the very broad, muscular chest of Caleb. I glanced up, and Caleb was staring down at me with a weird, intense look.

His eyes were so dilated that they almost looked solid black.

“What the hell are you doing?” I shrieked and jerked myself away from his body, tried to stop myself from drooling, and covered my chest with my hands, needing to make sure my towel stays covering my body.

He didn't say anything, just continued to look at me. I shoved pasted him, well, what little I could, and found my suitcase.

I snatched it and turned around, needing to get back into the bathroom before my brother came back and saw me like this.

Just before I step back into the safety of the bathroom, his hand wraps around my arm, making me whip around.

He walks up against me, causing me to back up against the wall, chest rising and falling with his slow movements. “What the hell, Caleb?” I spit and once again remembered I was standing in front of him, my brother's best friend, in nothing but a towel.

I'm now pressed between him and the wall. His hands are on the wall above my head. I feel the heat of his body and smell the vodka on his breath.

I was fixing to snap at him again to ask what he thought he was doing, but he bent down and put his mouth near the base of my neck.

He breathed in as if he were trying to memorize my scent, and then his lips moved slowly towards my ear, his warm breathing hitting against my skin as he moved up, causing my body to shiver.

“The next time I hear my name, leave your lips like that, I will be the one making you fucking come," he growled, pushed off the wall, and walked away.

Oh, shit.

He heard me?

Damn it.

Now I'm completely embarrassed. He is probably laughing at me right now. Pathetic Kat can't keep a boyfriend and has to finger herself to her brother's best friend.

Great.

I hope he doesn't tell Jake about this.

I rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door. How could I have been so stupid? I thought I said his name inside my head. I didn't realize I moaned that loud.

God, this is so embarrassing.

I have never been so embarrassed and turned on at the same time in my entire life. I shoved my hands against my face and screamed into my palms in dismay and frustration.

How can I ever face him again?

No.

This boy will not do this to me. I have worked my butt off to become a better version of myself.

Physical and mentally.

He doesn't get to just act like that, and I shouldn't be wanting to go back out there and moan his name again just to make him do as he threatened.

I opened my suitcase and threw on a pair of shorts and a purple tank top. I wrapped my hair in a ponytail and attempted to put on a little makeup, to protect my bright pink cheeks from being embarrassed and turned on.

Well, I can't hide in the bathroom forever. I haven't heard Jake come back yet, and if he hasn't, what do I do?

What do I say?

Or do I not say anything at all? I shouldn't have gone on a run before because now I could use one to run out these emotions I'm currently feeling towards my brother's best friend.

He said the next time I said his name like that, he would make me come.

Was he just messing with me?

Surly, he didn't mean what he stated. He has never looked at me like he did today in the past.

I can't let this happen. He is my brother's best friend and this could end up messy.

I have never had a problem in controlling myself around guys before, and I only had one serious relationship that ended a month ago because of my ex being a dog and lifting his legs for another pretty girl.

I will just walk up to him, apologize for what he heard, and then we will move on from this. Neither of us needs to dwell on what just happened.

It's in the best interest for all of us inside this house, for us just to forget what we both heard from the other.

I'll be the one making you come. His words echo around inside my head.

Yup, that's one thing that will need to be forgotten.