“Well, you’re welcome to use the shower before you go,” I say, gesturing to the mess we both made on him.
He swipes a finger through it and rubs them together. Then he brings it up to his mouth and sucks that finger right in between his lips.
Oh my fucking god.
“Yeah. Probably a good idea,” he says, licking his lips.
And I just stand there and gape as he pushes himself up and walks past me. And no, I do not check out his tight, round ass as he moves into the bathroom. I would never do that. Instead, I pour myself another glass of wine and gulp it down. Because, really, what’s one more glass when I already let my stalker jack me off? What other kind of crazy shit could I possibly get into?
Goddammit.
I have no idea what I’m doing right now, but I can’t quite seem to stop.
* * *
SEM
It’s late. Too dark, with the moon just a sliver in the night sky. The fluorescent lights above me aren’t bright enough, and my eyes ache. And yet I can’t stop sketching. Papers litter my RV's small kitchenette table, and I scrub at my cheek, smearing charcoal across my skin. Since meeting Magnus months ago, I’ve drawn him a hundred times. My drawings have become more precise the more I’ve watched him. The way he postures when challenged, the clothes he wears, the slope of his cheeks, and the smooth curves of his body.
He’s my muse.
That’s what Anne says. She would know. She’s an artist.
I’m sure that’s all this is, this unhealthy obsession with him.
I glance down at my drawing and eye the naked planes of Maggie’s body sprawled across the paper, and shift in my seat. My cock is hardening in my shorts, and I reach down and squeeze it. Something about the guy makes me unreasonably horny. I never thought I’d get with a guy, but it doesn't feel weird with Maggie. Not in the slightest.
Nah. It feels…right.
When I first laid eyes on him, something shifted inside my brain. My neurons rearranged themselves. After driving Maggie home from the hospital the night Caleb hurt himself in an ATV accident, I parked on the street outside the campus, pulled out my sketchbook, and drew him. It was the beginning of a sickness that invaded my brain. I have stacks of sketches of him, one for each time I discovered a new part of him. I glance to my right and see a drawing of Maggie’s torso staring up at me.
I drew that the first night I saw him in that short shirt. A midriff is what it’s called. Who knew guys wore shit like that? I hadn’t, but I’d liked it on him. I sat in my truck that night after the bonfire and sketched it, the way his ribs slightly protruded from his abdomen, the curve of his hips, that small belly button.
The evidence of my insanity is tucked away right here. If anyone saw this, they’d lock me up.
I rub at my face and inhale deeply. Fuck, I cannot stop envisioning him. And now that I’ve seen him naked, I can draw the hidden parts of him too. Before, I’d had to use my imagination, but now…I glance down at his dick on the paper and run a hand across my mouth. It doesn’t look right. Not like how I remember.
Shit.
Before I overthink it, I fiddle with my phone and FaceTime him. It rings twice before the screen changes.
“What do you want?” Maggie grumbles, his face half shadowed by the lamp on his bedside table. He looks so damn pretty, half asleep.
“I need something,” I say, feeling a little stupid for calling him. In fact, I usually feel dumb around this guy. He’s so smart, so different than anyone I’ve ever met. Me, I’ve never been book-smart. Amazingly, I made it out of high school. If Maggie knew, he’d probably laugh at how dumb I really am.
“What do you need, Sem?” Maggie asks, sounding irritated.
I know I annoy him, but I can’t quite seem to leave him alone. He intrigues me and confuses me. I don’t know how to stay away from him without going out of my mind. Tried it once. Do not recommend.
“I need to see your dick again.”
“Um. Excuse me?” he asks with a small laugh. “You won your bet this afternoon, but that reward only extends to the next time we fuck. Unless…are you calling for phone sex? I could work with that. I happen to have a way with words.”
I swallow as my dick twitches at the thought of his pretty mouth spouting filth, and I move the phone away from my reddening face.
“Nah, just…” I swallow and then move the phone back. “Just having a hard time remembering what it looked like.”
Maggie sits up in bed, showing me his bare torso, and I huff out a breath. God, he’s so damn pretty. Makes my chest ache just looking at him.