The Roommate Agreement(18)

I did the only thing I could do.

I screamed.

Slammed the door behind me.

And ran into my room and slammed that door, too, only just catching Jay’s shout of, “Shit!” from the bathroom.

My heart thundered against my ribs. I’d just seen Jay naked—completely naked. No pants or underpants or towels hiding his modesty. No, the towel had been firmly in his hand as he’d dried off his thigh, but that didn’t mean I’d missed everything else.

I hadn’t missed the way his dark hair had flopped over his forehead, dripping down onto his face and body. I hadn’t missed the way water droplets had cascaded down his body, using the dips and curves of his toned stomach as their own personal playground.

And I sure as shit hadn’t missed the way they’d run right down over the ‘V’ muscles that pointed to one very specific body part.

His cock.

His semi-hard cock.

And it hadn’t been because of the water temperature, because last I knew, hot water didn’t make cocks hard.

Then again, I wasn’t a man, so maybe they did, but still.

Part of me wanted to storm out of my room and demand he cleaned the shower, but the other half of me wanted to stay in here and only come out to forage for food when I knew he wasn’t home.

There was no way I could look him in the eye again.

Why was he semi-hard? Was he getting himself off in the shower? Why hadn’t he locked the door?

If he was getting himself off, who was he thinking about?

Oh, my God. Did it matter?

No.

It wasn’t my business. I didn’t care who he thought about when he fondled himself. He was a grown man who could think and tug any time he liked.

He didn’t need my permission.

Why was I even thinking that?

Why did I have to open the door?

Damn it, Brie, if I hadn’t gone looking for him, then I wouldn’t have found him. And found a hell of a lot more than I needed to.

I didn’t want to know what Jay looked like naked.

All right, that was a lie. I did want to know, but I didn’t want to, you know, know.

Imagining it was so much easier. If I could imagine him naked, I could give him a flaw. Like… wonky testicles or a really, really tiny penis. Maybe an unfortunately placed mole or scar or something.

Now, though?

No.

Now, I was shit outta luck. He didn’t have wonky testicles—not that I could see, anything. There were no sadly-placed moles or scars or spots.

And his penis was most definitely not really, really tiny. Not even really tiny. Not even just tiny. Or mediocre.

Nope.

If it were a machete, you’d be able to take down forests with it.

Thank God penises were, as a rule, ugly. Otherwise I’d really be able to romanticize this moment.

There was nothing romantic about it.

There was nothing more awkward than walking in on your best friend totally naked.

Your best friend who you had a crush on.

Whose disco stick you kinda totally did want to take a ride on.

Two knocks at my door made my heart skip a beat. “Shelby? Are you in there?”

If I stay quiet, will he know?

“I was being polite. I know you’re in there.”

Guess so.

“Can I come in? We need to talk.”

We really, really don’t.

“Shelbs.”

I sighed. He wasn’t going to leave me alone. “It’s not locked.”

Gently, he tested the handle, almost as if he thought I was lying to him. The hinges creaked as he pushed it open and poked his head through the crack. “Hey.”

I ran my tongue over my dry lower lip. “Hey.”

“Can I come in?”

I nodded, tucking my feet beneath my butt and leaning against the headboard. “Sorry. About that.” I jerked my shoulder in the direction of the bathroom.

“No, listen.” He ran his hand through his still-wet hair, pushing it back from his handsome face. “It’s my fault. I knew you were in here working so I didn’t even think about locking it since I knew it’d be quick. Sorry.”

“It’s both of us. I had my headphones on and must have taken them off when you were already out of the shower. I blame Brie.”

He drew his brows together, perching on the edge of my bed.

Not a place I needed him to be when my heart was still calming down.

“Brie? What does she have to do with this?”

I quickly explained the situation that she’d told me about. “I called for you, but I guess you didn’t hear.”

“No, I didn’t. Shit. He wasn’t scheduled to work today.” He chewed on his lower lip, and I wanted to reach out and pull his lip from between his teeth because, well, lips that pretty weren’t meant to be nibbled on.

Except by someone else.

Preferably me.

Whoa—what was this? One glance at his penis and suddenly I’m choreographing getting him under my sheets?

Geez.

I needed a vacation.

“You want me to try to call him?” Jay leaned back and rested on his hands, turning to face me. “He might know why I’m calling, though.”

“Could he be at the gym still? Uh—is the new girl working today?”

He shook his head. “She’s training under me. She’ll be in tomorrow when I get there.”