I’m too speechless to argue, or even move for that matter.
He lit candles.
What man, in his right mind, lights candles for a woman he’s having casual sex with?!
The look on my face must say all of this because he chuckles and I snap myself out of it, stealing my hand from his hold. I reach across to the other side of the tub where my robe hangs and quickly wrap it around my body.
“Thanks, hotshot, I can take it from here.” I spin and chuck a smile up at his confused face.
“I don’t follow.”
“Thank you for your service, sir.” I give him a fake salute, making sure to direct my thanks to his penis and nothim.Spinning rapidly, I head back out toward the living room where his clothes are.
“Are you kicking me out?” he asks incredulously from where I can hear him following me. I pick up his scattered clothes and then spin to place them in his hands.
“Yes.” I smile at him, edging back to create space and watching his jaw drop.
“Rosie…we’re not finished.” He almost laughs and I just tilt my head, faux confusion. “Stop being a brat and get in the damn bath.”
“Oh, I will. But I need a little peace first. I tap him on the chest and head for the front door.
“You’re serious?”
“Deadly.” My hand hovers on the front door handle. “My time is a precious thing, hotshot. Please don’t waste it.” I sigh and he grunts, scratching the back of his head before he starts to pull on his boxers and then his pants. Deeming him dressed enough once he has his shirt on but undone and his tie hanging from around his neck, I swing the door open, leaning against it to stop it from swinging closed. I keep my pleased smile plastered across my face in a way I know pisses him off. He looks perfect like this. Messy hair from my fingers, a slight blush to his cheeks, and a sheen of sweat across his skin. He is borderline edible, and I don’t know that I’ll ever be satisfied.
That’s why he needs to go.
“I’ll call you,” he says quietly when he makes it to the threshold. He leans down, his lips hovering above mine, and I press a hand to the middle of his chest to keep the distance.
“I know you will,” I whisper back before shoving him and closing the door, denying him the kiss. I waste no time bolting it closed and then huffing a breath as I lean back against the door.
“That was rude,” I hear him shout from the other side, his playful tone pulling a reluctant smile across my face.
“You’re a sexed-up pest,” I shout back before I stride away and head for the bath I deserve. On the way to the bedroom, I hear my phone ping, so I collect it from my bag and open the messages.
Sex pest:
You love it ;)
Ugh, I think I have gas, my stomach is flipping again.
“I’m sure it’s worse in your head than it actually is.”
“It’s not. It really isn’t.” I sigh into the phone, responding to Jasper’s attempt to butter me up.
The weekend was a trash bag.
No, scratch that, it was old raw chicken baking in the sun, covered in maggots inside a trash bag, it was so horrific.
Caleb’s godlike sex and stupid magic penis brought my period on early. Only early by a few days, but still. It ruined my whole weekend. I spent all of Saturday and Sunday rolling around in the devil’s paradise that is sweatpants and a strap-on heat pack, vegging out on the couch, covered in snacks, and avoiding everyone’s calls and texts. Even the girls couldn’t get me to do anything.
Hoes who abandoned 23A & Rosie
Addy:
C’mon Rosie, we’re all at Pucks and Caleb looks borderline miserable without his verbal sparring partner
Casey:
