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“I don’t mind.” If I don’t rotate his wardrobe, his closet is a nightmare.
“Only if you have time. We still have some weeks with snow left. Before I forget, how’s that Jameson kid? You planning a second date?”
“I think we’re better off as friends.” Even though he’s the kind of guy my dad wants for me.
He kisses the top of my head. “That’s too bad, kiddo. You deserve the best. Don’t ever forget it.”
I hug my dad and wish him luck when the elevator stops at my floor. The apartment is empty when I come in. Rix will spend the night at Tristan’s. Unless they have early practice, it’s where she sleeps when he’s not traveling. It’s only a matter of time before she moves into his place.
I flip the latch and lock the door behind me, heading for my bedroom. Since I have the place to myself, I can make as much noise as I want. I strip out of my clothes, shivering as the cool air caresses my bare, overheated skin. I retrieve Batdick from my nightstand drawer and my bottle of lube—I doubt I’ll need the latter, but better to be prepared than fumbling around for it when I’m halfway to an orgasm. I also grab Hollis’s hoodie from my dresser and lay it over my pillow.
I’m a little obsessed.
I climb into bed and pull up one of the folders on my phone. It’s labeled STUDY MATERIALS. It’s actually full of pictures and video footage of Hollis from games. I made a video compilation of all my favorite Hollis moments a while back. In many, he’s squirting water into his mouth. I run my hand over my stomach as I settle in, then realize I still have my scrunchie on my wrist and free it.
As my video compilation plays, I run the soft fabric over my lips. The Hollis scent is slowly fading. As I watch him wipe sweat from his face and chew on his mouth guard—it should not be hot, but it is—I again wonder when he found the scrunchie and why he hadn’t given it back. Especially when he knew it was my favorite.
I pause my video, and before I can rethink it, I hold the scrunchie in front of my bare knees, take a picture, and send it to him.
Aurora
Why was this on your dresser?
I hold my breath as the humping dots appear.
Hollis
Why were you in my bedroom? Again.
Aurora
Kitty love.
I’m being intentionally suggestive. The dots appear and disappear a few times.
Hollis
I thought we agreed that my bed wasn’t your pleasure playground.
I bite my lip and press my knees together.
Aurora
I was referring to Postie and Malone. Good to know where your head is though.
I’ve been a good girl and only used your spare bedroom. And I never leave evidence.
Hollis
Untrue. You left your scrunchie, and the constant change of sheets tells me all the things you don’t, which is its own special brand of mindfuck.
His honesty is unexpected, and it emboldens me.
Aurora
What did you do to my scrunchie, Hollis?
Hollis
