Everleigh

What. The. Fuck. Did. We. Just. Do?

I knew it without words being said, that what we just did had changed everything. From our friendship--or whatever the hell it was--to our roommate relationship. There was no way in hell I could just go back to seeing him the same way I saw him only moments ago. All I could think about was how he was actually just inside of me, fucking me, making me feel so damn good.

After the whole shower, I went into his closet and got dressed. My curiosity got the best of me as I headed back to the bathroom to see what he was doing. A frown came across my face as I saw him in the mirror applying antibiotic ointment to his open cuts. He was wincing with each bit of contact he made with his wounds. I went up to him with a sigh.

"Sit down," I ordered him, pointing at the toilet with the lid closed.

He reluctantly sat down and looked at me with those silver eyes I could never get enough of. He still had his towel tied around his waist and for some odd reason, it seemed so secure.

We hadn't said a single word to each other after he came on the bathroom floor. There wasn't anything we could say. All we could do was allow the awkward silence to overtake us. Both of our thoughts probably screaming to say something, but words wouldn't allow us to formulate them.

"My mom was a nurse... I'm not sure if I've told you that before," I began. Taking a long cotton swab, I applied the antibiotic cream onto it and began to dress his wounds more gently than he had while he only stared at me.

"For the longest time, I had wanted to be a nurse, too. Until I realized that I wasn't so sure if that path was meant for me..." I told him. I had moved from the cuts on his face down to the ones on his chest and abs.

"What made you realize that?" he had asked. I glanced at him, surprised in his interest. A small smile made its way onto my face as I thought about my mother.

"She was just always that kind of person who had the bubbly spirit and was always so... social and caring. I wish I was as extroverted as she was, but I'm not. So, I'm sticking with my computer science major. Hopefully, I get lucky enough to find a job where I can work from home," I told him with a chuckle.

"You don't think you're social, caring, or extroverted?" he wondered. I was fixated on the bruising at his sides.

"Not as much as I need to be," I answered. "Stay right here."

I made my way into the kitchen where I found a bag of frozen peas. It had been there since I first moved in. I'm not even sure why he had it in the freezer—I knew he was never going to get around to cooking it.

I grabbed the peas and headed back to the bathroom where Sasha sat just where I left him. His eyes were shut, but I could tell he wasn't sleeping. He just seemed to be in very deep thought.

"I have something for your bruises," I said, giving the bag of peas a nice shake. He slowly opened his eyes to glance at the bag in my hand.

Sasha didn't protest as I made my way over to him and placed the bag at his side. He didn't even flinch. With the gauze from the first aid kit, I wrapped the peas around him so he could still move around without holding it to his side. It came with a clip to hold it place once I had it tightly secured to him.

"All done. You can leave the peas on for about twenty minutes," I said. He stood up. The adrenaline he must've felt in the shower had immediately gone out the window. He looked more than exhausted now.

I walked behind him as he headed out of the bathroom, but before he could leave his own bedroom, I stopped him. "Where are you going?" I asked.

"To the couch..." he muttered. "I'm tired."

"You shouldn't sleep on the couch like this," I said, waving at his body. "You should sleep on the bed. I'll sleep on the couch."

"No," he said gruffly. I rolled my eyes. We were both too stubborn to actually listen to one another.

"Come on, Sasha. It's just one night," I told him. Heading over to his bedroom door, I shut and locked it. I didn't realize how suggestive that might've seemed until after I had already done it.

When I turned back around to face him, his brow was rose.

"Just to keep you from leaving..." I hurried up and clarified.

He sighed. "I just really want to go to sleep, Everleigh. I had a long night," he said. I grabbed his wrist and practically dragged him to the freshly made bed. I sat him down on the edge while I went to fetch him a shirt, some underwear, and some shorts to sleep in.

"Why?" he asked when I walked back out. I placed his clothing right beside him.

"Why what?"

"Why are you doing this?" he questioned.

I knew that whatever answer I had would be nothing that he'd like. He'd roll his eyes and begin to argue that he's not the same person I first met. All he'll tell me is that he's not that little boy anymore. He was going to walk right out of that door saying that he is nothing but a horrible person who deserved to be cared for by no one. I already knew the speech and I already knew the outcome. So, to keep him there, I settled with a lie.

"Maybe the dick was just too good," I joked with a sly smile.

He chuckled.

"I'm going to do my hair and then I'll leave the room to you," I said, going back into the restroom. I now looked at the shower with a new-found perspective.

I could hear him getting dressed as the snap of his waistband echoed through the now silent room. I didn't know what to do with my hair other than put some moisturizer in and comb it through my strands. Once I felt like it was nice and moisturized, I just brushed my hair back into a low ponytail and braided my strands nice and neatly to keep them detangled while I slept.

When I finished, Sasha had already been staring at me. Thankfully, he was now lying down.

"I have a question," I said. "When we
were... you know, doing it... did you mean what you said?"

"Well, I wouldn't lie," he answered. It shouldn't have made me feel as good as it did.

Of course, I always had a crush on Sasha. Since I first met him, I thought he was beautiful. I never once thought that he could possibly feel the same way.

"How many people have you had sex with?" he asked me randomly.

"I thought you were tired..." I said, turning off the light to the bathroom.

"I want an answer," he told me.

"Three... including you," I answered. He hummed. I would've asked him the same thing, but I was scared for the answer.

"I'm surprised. You'd think someone who looked like you would have had a lot more encounters with sex," he told me, much to my surprise.

"Have you been drinking at all?" I wondered out loud.

"A little before I came home. I'm not drunk," he said.

I bit down on the inside of my cheek. That sure would've been a nice thing to know before I had sex with him. It's possible he could be more intoxicated than he believed himself to be—I really hope that wasn't the case.

Back to his question... "I just don't go around having sex with anybody—not shaming the ones who do. But I... I need to feel something," I said, formulating words that I hadn't processed until that very moment they came out of my mouth.

"Feel something like what?" he asked.

Again, he was setting me up. He was forcing me to leave the door right open so he could find an easy escape. I wasn't stupid, I was naïve.

"I'm going to sleep. Goodnight," I told him. I began walking to the door, and just as I placed my hand on the doorknob, he called out to me.

"Wait!"

I paused in my tracks.

"I'm going to need you to take this off of me in—what did you say—20 minutes?" he asked pointing toward the bulge of peas in his shirt. A small smile came across my face as I turned to face him.

"You can't do it?" I raised a brow.

"I'm already sleeping," he answered. "Come on... It's just one night," he said mocking me in an exaggerated girl voice.

I chuckled. I couldn't resist him, and God only knew it was only going to get far more dangerous from here.

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