Betting on His Bride

This time I don’t miss his erection. How long has he had it? Was it while we were on the couch watching the movie or had there been something I missed that could have caused it? I know when he’d lifted his arm to rest over the back of the couch, my eyes went to his thick forearms. I didn’t know you could be attracted to forearms, but his are a work of art. I’m still thankful I managed to not blurt that out.

“How about right now? Are you wet, sweets?” He stares at my mouth, and I wonder if this is really happening.

“Yes.”

“I bet it smells as sweet as the rest of you. In fact, I think you’d taste sweet too.”

He’s going to kiss me. I tilt my head back and start to close my eyes, ready and wanting it.

“River, is that you?” I hear Lisa’s voice from across the hall.

I only know her name because Logan, the guy who lives in the other unit on this floor, told me. Lisa pretends not to see me most days which is fine with me. But at this moment, my eyes fly open right as River turns around. I dig into my bag and quickly find my keys, thankful for River’s giant size to shield me as I do it.

“Did you come down here to find me so you can finally give me a tour of your place? It must be lonely up there all by yourself.”

When I’ve got the keys, I unlock the door in record time and slip into my place. I flip the lock behind me and get away from the door as fast as I can. I don’t want to hear the two of them flirt. Sometimes I hate how good my hearing is.

I suddenly remember how River dodged the question of who he’s had over to his place. Yeah, I’d been poking too, only he skipped over it so smoothly I hadn’t noticed until now. Actually, River does a lot of things rather smoothly. He had me in the palm of his hand today without even trying.

After dropping my bag on the breakfast bar, I go to my bathroom and strip off my clothes. I have to get the smell of River off me, but when I’m in the shower, my mind starts to race. I start thinking of all the things he and Lisa might be doing right now.

River asked if I wanted to watch another movie, but I told him I was sleepy and had an early class. Having the early class was true, but I was getting worried I might overstay my invite, and he was only trying to be nice. He clearly hadn’t been ready for bed.

When I get out of the shower, I open my medicine cabin and grab something to help me sleep. By the time I’ve done my nightly routine and crawled into bed, it doesn’t take me long before I’m drifting off.

Yet somehow it doesn’t stop me from dreaming about River.