“The quicker we get you naked, the quicker we get you warmed up.”
She turns her head and scowls.
“Sweatshirt,” I assure her.
She nods then turns away. Pulling her arms out, she sniffs. “C-c-c-cold.”
“Dress.” As soon as I say it, I realize my voice sounds thicker.
She turns around and looks at me again. Teeth chattering, she divulges, “I’m a virgin, so …”
Fuuuuck, I think.
“Gonna change you out of wet clothes, not pop your …” I stop when she narrows her eyes. “You’re in good hands.”
She leans her wet head against my shoulder. She fits so damn good against me. Her shoulders, almost as wide as my chest. Perfect.
I grab the sweatshirt and set it down next to me. “One of the last times I saw you was when you were playing hockey. You still play?”
Teeth chattering, she nods. “Scholarship at Saint Johns.”
“No shit?”
I lean us forward and grab the hem of her blue dress. “We’ll do this quick. I won’t look, and I won’t cop a feel.” Before she can respond, I pull it up as far as I can. “Lift your bum.”
She does, and then I pull it the rest of the way up, toss it on the floor, grab the sweatshirt and, against all that my body and mind want to do to Kendall … the virgin, I pull the sweatshirt over her head covering her. She shoves her arms inside, and then I force myself to move off the damn bed.
I’m in such a hurry to escape, fearing my half-stiff dick is going to nudge her and annoyed that my intentions may be good but his aren’t, that she falls backward.
When I turn and look at her, I notice one hand is on her tummy, the other is over her mouth, and her normally beautiful complexion is turning a funky shade of green.
Scooping her up, I hurry to the bathroom and make it just in time.
Huddled over the toilet, she throws up everything in her slim stomach.
When she turns around, tears are running down her beautiful face.
“Happens to the best of us, Kendall.”
“I need a minute.”
5
Ben
When I Look at The World
Pacing outside the bathroom, I rap on the door when I hear the shower start. “Kendall, you’re fucked up, sweets; shouldn’t be in there alone.”
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sp; “I’m fine.”
Her voice sounds anything but fine, so I tell her just that, “You don’t sound fine.”
She doesn’t say a thing, so I plaster my ear against the door, making sure she hasn’t fallen or if she does, I’ll hear her. When the shower turns off and I hear her step out, now knowing she hasn’t slipped and fallen, I step back.
After a few minutes, she opens the door just a crack and slips my jeans out. “I rinsed these. You should hang them over the heater. I have a couple pair of sweatpants in my suitcase. You can wear a pair if you don’t mind.”