Part of me hoped that as soon as we returned home from Marcel and Angelique’s house, she’d jump me.
The other part of me prayed she would.
But—nothing.
I offered her the bed and told her I’d take the couch.
She accepted.
That was two days ago.
And I’d had the worst case of blue balls.
Ever.
It wasn’t just her curvy, sexy body prancing around that tempted me.
No, Lexi was also a blast to be with.
She always made cracks at me, and all of her stories were hilarious.
I’d never laughed this much in my life.
Being around Lexi Hunter was wonderful.
Living with Lexi Hunter—and not being able to touch her—was a sweet, sweet torture.
One that sent me to this stupid gym several times a day. It was one of the only ways I could think of to take the edge off.
I got little hits of Lexi all day long.
It was never enough.
I wanted all of her.
But I could only have a part.
We’d only been living together for two days, but I was pretty sure my balls were about to burst.
Could guys die from this?
Because I was nearly one hundred percent sure I would.
“Did your parents settle down about the whole marriage thing?” Isaac asked with rivers of sweat running down his face.
I peered over at him and thought carefully about my words.
One thing you always had to be mindful of around here—were the cameras.
If you weren’t, they’d catch you doing stupid shit—and then whatever you’d done would be aired nationally, and around the world.
Many of us had learned that the hard way.
“It took them a bit,” I said with a smile, “but they’re okay now, I think. They’re even taking us out tonight.”
Yeah.
What a great idea that was.