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Anna had only been living with Lincoln for three months, one week and five days when he walked in on her masturbating. He’d originally left with an overnight bag swinging from his clenched fist and a casual comment thrown over his shoulder to let her know he was spending the weekend at a friend’s place.
Ten minutes after he walked out the door she stripped down to her tank top and panties, feeling an urgent need to relieve some of the tension that being around him regularly caused.
Everything about Lincoln made him the perfect housemate, except for the fact that he was gorgeous. That had proven to be a distraction. His eyes and hair were the colour of rich espresso and his addiction to running, combined with his job as a personal trainer, helped maintain a long lean body. The playful way he had about him, from his sense of humour to his relaxed personality, unfortunately pushed all the right buttons. Often.
She’d removed her bra and sat cross-legged on the couch with a Channing Tatum movie playing on TV for inspiration. Just as she really started getting into it—one hand inside her panties and the other cupping the breast she’d tugged her top down to expose—Lincoln barged into the apartment rambling about having forgotten something.
He stopped mid-sentence and stared. His mouth opened and closed. Shocked amusement filled his eyes.
Anna recovered first and screamed, “Oh my God, Oh, my God! Get out! Close your eyes! Stay there! Shit. Just GO!” She scrambled to yank up her top and clamped her legs together, throwing the remote at him as a distraction while she sprinted from the room.
Embarrassment swept over her again at the memory and she wondered for about the hundredth time whether she’d ever get over it. Luckily she hadn’t been calling out his name at the time. If he’d turned up thirty seconds later it would have been a different story.
She sipped from her can of Pepsi and stirred the brown rice bubbling in the pot on the stove. It was already after seven. He’d be home any minute now.
Her exhibitionist moment had become that elephant in the room no one dared speak about but it was only a matter of time before he cracked and brought up the subject. Since returning from his weekend away three days ago the amused glances he kept sending her way confirmed her hunch; the only reason he held back from talking about it was because it made her uncomfortable. This whole situation had become far too entertaining—for him, at least.
Anna heard the front door open and close. He usually headed down the hall to deposit his work gear in his bedroom before he came looking for her. She took the pot of rice over to the island bench to drain while she waited for him to appear.
Moments later he entered the kitchen, sending her a grin while he strolled across the tiled floor barefoot. She knew—she just knew every time he looked at her now he pictured that scene all over again. “Hey,” he said. He wore black athletic shorts and a sleeveless red top that revealed his muscled arms.
“Hi.” Anna smiled and met his eyes briefly. “Dinner’s almost ready if you want to set the table.”
His hair gleamed under the lights. He always looked so healthy and full of life while she was on the skinny side of slim with mostly unremarkable features. Her only saving graces were a plump mouth that according to her last boyfriend looked obscene when she wore red lipstick and a pair of breasts that were a little too big for her frame.
Her job as a columnist for a teen magazine meant she sometimes worked from home so she’d thrown on an old grey t-shirt and navy yoga pants this morning. Her feet were bare and her dark-framed glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. A tortoiseshell clip just barely held her messy blonde bun together at the back of her head.
She left the drained colander in the sink, switched off the burner under the stir fry and went about serving up dinner.
When they were both sitting in the dining room beside the floor-to-ceiling window that showcased the twinkling lights of the city, Anna speared a piece of chicken and shoved it into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed, then quickly replaced it with another to avoid having to talk to him.
She wished things could return to normal between them, that they could go back to sharing their flirty banter and having fun together. They’d clicked from the moment they met. Now it was just awkward and the fault lay entirely with her. He hadn’t changed a bit. Her eyes remained directed at her plate. It was only when Lincoln let out a snort of amusement that she raised her head.
“It’s natural, you know,” he said. His gaze roamed her face, taking everything in. “To want to do it, I mean. Everyone does it.”
Anna closed her eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it, Lincoln.”
“I know.”
She opened her eyes and forced herself to look at him. “Then why are you bringing it up?”
“We need to talk about it.” He balanced his fork on the edge of his plate. “This is serious. The tension around here’s putting me off my food.”
Although it didn’t help at all she still appreciated his attempt to bring humour into the conversation. “Can’t we just pretend it never happened?” she said.
“Anna, it did happen and it’s not a big deal. You’re just turning it into one.”
Her eyes widened. “That’s easy for you to say. How would you feel if I walked in on you…pleasuring yourself?”
“I don’t know because it’s never happened to me. I always go somewhere private to…pleasure myself.” She heard the humour in his tone. “I’ve never set up camp on the Continue reading ->
Matriarch
If I'm really into a story it takes me a bit longer to read because I prefer to draw it out. Sometimes if I come across a good line I stop and go back to re-read it just so I can enjoy it again.
