When she appears from the room a few minutes later, my dick has finally deflated. Together we eat breakfast, mostly in silence. There’s a heat between us that sizzles and zaps with each movement we make. I do my best to ignore it but haven’t figured out how I’m going to get a grasp on my emotions, on my cock that seems to constantly be hard now.
“I’ll need to swing by the grocery store, then we can go to the dorms, and then back here. I know it’s not ideal right now, but like I said last night. I would rather have you here with me where I know you’re safe than in some seedy motel catching rides from some random college guys.” Lily nods through bites and sips of her coffee.
“Thank you, really, it means a lot to me. I know you’re putting your neck on the line for me and I don’t want you to think I don’t appreciate it.”
Taking a sip of my coffee, I swallow it and then shake my head. “Stop, it’s fine. If anyone asks, then I’ll explain the situation. Until then, we won’t tell anyone.”
“Perfect.” Lily tucks a strand of her damp blonde hair behind her ear, and I stare at her way longer than I should. This is going to end badly. I can already feel it. So why the hell aren’t I doing anything to stop the inevitable.
Maybe because for the first time in forever, you’re living.
The day passes far too quickly, and before either of us realize it, the sun is setting. Lily has classes tomorrow, and I have a full day of meetings. Sleep is something I desperately need right now, but something that I most likely won’t get. Not with Lily under the same roof.
I do my best to ignore the far too short sleep shorts and T-shirt that she’s wearing when she comes into the living room with her toothbrush in her mouth. Her golden hair frames her face making her appear angelic, and I look down at the couch, tucking the sheet into the cushions.
“Please don’t tell me you’re going to try and sleep on the couch,” she mumbles around the toothbrush.
“That’s exactly what I’m doing. You’re the guest so you can have the bed.” Tossing two pillows down, I grab the comforter and move it to the edge of the couch. Lily places both hands on her hips and stares me down. Her toothbrush is still hanging out of her mouth, her eyes are wide, and she looks different, happy.
She takes the toothbrush out before saying, “Technically I’m not a guest. I live here now. But besides that, you’re like a whole foot taller than me. Let me take the couch. You’ll be much more comfortable in the bed.”
“No way, I’m not letting you…”
“I insist,” she cuts me off. “Seriously, you won’t even fit on the couch. How the hell will you sleep here without hurting your back?” She taps her chin. “Let me take the couch, or I’ll revisit the motel idea.”
“Lily,” I warn my voice low.
Her eyelashes fan against her cheek as she looks at me innocently.
“You know I’m right, so just give in.”
Releasing a loud sigh, I roll my eyes. She is right. I would be extremely uncomfortable on the couch.
“Okay, you win, you sleep on the couch,” I say in defeat. Lily gives me a huge smile like she is proud of herself for winning our sparring match and disappears back into the bathroom.
I walk down the hall telling her goodnight through the closed door. She does the same, and I retreat into my bedroom, where I strip down to my boxers and crawl into bed.
It feels weird being in here while Lily is in the other room. Last night, I slept better than I have in a very long time, and I have a feeling that holding Lily all night had something to do with that. Now that she’s out there and I’m here, the insomnia is hitting me hard.
Rolling over, I try and find a better position. I fluff my pillow and pull the blanket up over my back and close my eyes. Nothing. When that doesn’t work, I roll over again, and again. Eventually, I end up on my back, staring up at the ceiling, my eyes wide open.
Almost an hour passes, and I still can’t seem to fall asleep. Is she sleeping? I bet she’s peacefully asleep already. I feel like my brain is one of those wind-up toys that just won’t shut up. There’s nothing that should be keeping me awake, and yet I can’t seem to sleep. I consider getting up to take a shower, when the door to the bedroom creeks, opening just a hair, there’s a pause, and then it opens more, just enough for a slim body to slip through.