“Thanks, Coach.”
My legs feel like wet noodles after all those leg presses. I head to the corner of the cavernous shower room, toss my towel on the wall hook, and crank the hot water.
“Hey, man. Those were some nice pics on your socials. You thinking of adopting?”
Cracking open an eye, I see Jake walk up to the showerhead two slots over. It takes me a second to figure out what he’s talking about.
“You mean the photos from Second Chances?” Roxy encouraged me to do some volunteer work to beef up my good-guy image. But once I got to the animal rescue that Jake’s girlfriend Charlie introduced us to last summer, I realized how much I liked it. Those animals are great, and I think that’s something I’m going to continue doing, regardless of how itmakes me look. “We probably have too much going on to adopt a pet, but those little dudes are cool.”
“How’s the roommate situation going?”
“It’s pretty damn good.”
“Yeah?” He looks surprised.
I pump a handful of soap into my palm. “Roxy’s a fun girl. She’s so neat, and she smells incredible. And it’s always nice to see her after a long day.” Jesus, I sound like a dumbass.
He laughs and massages shampoo into his hair. “I love living with Charlotte too. She makes my apartment feel like home.”
Huh. Yeah, I get that.
I soap all the important areas and rinse off. But when I glance at my junk, it makes me wonder.
“Dude, can I ask you something?” Since no one else is here, maybe I can pose this question to Jake. He’s pretty good at keeping shit locked down.
“Sure. What’s up?”
I shut off the water and reach for my towel. “Funny you phrase it like that, but I have a personal situation.” I glance around to make sure we’re still alone. “I’m not gonna look ’cause we’re in the shower, and that would be awkward, but do you manscape?” After I finish drying off, I wrap the towel around my waist. When he doesn’t say anything, I look at him.
He’s staring at me with a brow raised. “Because you care what my pubes look like?”
“No, dude, I care whatRoxythinks aboutmypubes.”
“Trim around the beast and call it a day. No need to obsess over it.”
“That’s what I do, but”—again, I look around—“Rox keeps falling asleep on me, and the first time it happened, she had her hand on my dick.”
Jake’s shoulders shake with laughter as he turns off the water. “She fell asleep while you two were…?”
“Something like that. Yeah. And since then, she’s asleep the second her head hits the pillow. I’m starting to get a complex about it.” When I told her there’s no pressure to do more, I meant it. But for some reason, I can’t shake the idea that maybe she didn’t like what she found, and she’s avoiding it.
Or maybe I’m too big?
I never thought that would be an issue, and it would suck if it was. Except she’s tiny, and I’m packing. That shit usually makes me strut around like a damn peacock, but being with Roxy makes me all twisted up in ways I’ve never expected.
Jake schools his expression, but I can tell he wants to crack up. “Sorry. I won’t laugh.”
“My man pride is getting dented here. It made me wonder if she’d prefer it smooth down there.”
He chuckles and wraps the towel around his waist. “Maybe she’s just tired. I’d ask her about her preferences before you go to the trouble of trying to shave your balls and nicking something important.”
I shiver. “Good point.” No sense in doing all that if she doesn’t care.
Rox is the first woman who’s ever made me work for it, which is why I’m probably overthinking this. I’ve never really cared what my dick and balls looked like. I keep the area relatively neat, though, because who wants to give a blow job through an Amazonian forest? I can see the appeal of a neatly trimmed dick area.
We head back to the locker room. “Thanks for the talk, man.” Jake’s a hard nut to crack sometimes. He’s so fucking serious all the time. Except when we’re talking about shaving my balls, I guess.
“I’m sure your girl will be enchanted with your goods,” he says. I’m about to laugh when he adds, “All the other women in your life seem to be.”
