Page 14 of The Step Don't
“What? No. That was Ash, and I don’t have an I-met-a-woman smile.” But when I think about it… “Though it has been a long time since I’ve met and hooked up with anyone. I miss sex.”
“You were with Hannah, like, three weeks ago.”
“That’s a long time. Great, now I’m horny.”
We grab all our shit and pile into the car.
Me: Troy got me horny.
Ash: He has that effect on people. So now you can’t get on me about how much I had the hots for him last semester. *laughing emoji*
I frown. What?Oooh.I roll my eyes.
Me: Not like that. I’m not attracted to him.
“Will the two of you be busy long?” Troy breaks into my thoughts while I’m watching my phone and waiting for Ash to reply.
“Shit. Sorry. You know me. Easily distracted.”
I toss my phone into the center console and drive us back to our house. Troy doesn’t even come inside, heading straight for his vehicle because he’s staying at Atlas’s tonight.
The house is empty, everyone else off doing their own thing.
I take a quick shower, then remember I left my phone in my car and go out to grab it.
Ash: Of course not. But you’re missing out.Men are hot too.
Me: I can appreciate a good-looking guy. Just never had one get me hard.
I’ve gotten a boner when I’ve landed on gay porn once or twice during my searching, but who wouldn’t get hard watching anyone fuck? It had nothing to do with the guys; it was the sex.
Ash: They can do a lot more than get you hard. *wink emoji* Want me to bring home dinner?
Me: Is there a reality where I would ever say no to food? Are you going to the gym first?
Ash: I went this morning.
Me: Good because I’m starving.
I do some homework, then log in to playFinal Fantasybefore Ash gets home. I’m not sure where everyone in the house is, but I’m kinda glad they’re out.
When I hear his footsteps on the stairs, my stomach automatically growls. Ash pushes open my door with a large pizza in his hands, and I can’t help moaning in response.
“Fuck yes. Best. Brother. Ever.”
“Surely, you can’t just now be realizing this.”
Ash sets the pizza on my desk. The T-shirt he’s wearing showcases his firm, cut biceps he worked on in the gym this morning.
“Is that a new shirt?”
Ash plops a few slices of pepperoni on a paper plate and frowns like my question surprises him. “No. I’ve had it for a while.”
Hm. I don’t remember seeing him wear it before.Though it’s not like I have every piece of his clothing memorized, so it’s logical that I wouldn’t remember it.
Ash hands the plate over before making one for himself, then going to my mini fridge to grab drinks for us. We’re so comfortable in each other’s space that neither of us would think to ask before doing something like going into the other’s fridge.
“Fuck, this is good.” I take a bite, and Ash sits on my bed and does the same. “How was work?”