Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

Pressing his lips to mine.

He thinks I'm sweet. Innocent.

Everyone does.

And I am.

I'm a virgin, sure. But I'm not naïve.

I know what I want.

It's him.

A knock on the door pulls me back to the moment.

"I'm heading to work. You gonna be okay alone?" Brendon asks from the hallway.

He explained it at lunch—he and Emma have a strict knock, enter only if invited policy.

"Yeah. I have to get started on my summer reading."

"Call me if you need anything."

"I'll be fine."

"Promise."

"Brendon—"

"If you'll be fine, it will be an easy promise to keep."

It's a compelling argument. Even if I have no intentions of calling him. No matter what I need. "Okay. I promise."

"See you tonight."

"You too."

His footsteps move down the hallway. Then the stairs.

I can just barely hear the front door shut.

Emma is at work—she works at a department store at the promenade.

I'm alone here.

I've never been alone here before.

It's the perfect chance to work out some of this tension.

But not yet.

It sounds stupid, but I can't touch myself in the middle of the afternoon. That's so... intentional.

I only ever masturbate before bed. So it's for insomnia relief as much as anything else.

Still, I should take advantage of being alone in Brendon's room somehow.

Reading isn't quite as exciting or naughty as masturbating to thoughts of my new roommate slash guardian, but hey—