Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 60864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
I got out of the shower, toweled off, and put on some sweatpants and a new T-shirt. I made my way into the living room for the nightly television session Gandalf was used to having and got cranky if I didn’t rub his tummy during and heard the shower in the guest bathroom running as well.
When the shower turned off, I tried not to think about what she looked like, stepping out of the tub, water droplets cascading down her naked chest. It made my stomach tighten, but I had to try and focus on anything else. Thankfully, the show Ally had started was available on the streaming service I had up, and I picked up where it had left off at the end of the day a week ago.
The bathroom door opened, and Jodi stepped out. She was wearing the towel wrapped tightly around her, another one wrapping her hair. She looked surprised to see me but didn’t shy away either. Instead, she smiled and walked casually back to the office. It was a little awkward, but I hoped we could get past it. I wasn’t sure if it was a smart idea for us to do something like that again, but it certainly was fun. And thinking about it happening again was too.
I was surprised when the office door opened again a few minutes later and Jodi came out. She was wearing a pair of yoga pants and a sweatshirt with big thick socks. It wasn’t the sexiest thing in the world, but there was a certain cuteness about the outfit that still managed to make my cock twitch. It was the quintessential girlfriend look, right down to the ponytail her hair was pulled back in and the lack of makeup. Not that it mattered much. She was a knockout with or without eyeshadow and lipstick.
“Hey, I know this show,” she said as she came into the living room. “I’m an episode ahead of this one. It’s really good. Mind if I watch it with you?”
“No, not at all. So long as you don’t mind Fart Machine over here.” I motioned to where Gandalf lay at my feet.
She laughed. “Is that his official name?”
“Well, Gandalf is the official name,” I said. “Fart Machine is his alter ego.”
“Ooh, like a superhero?”
“More like a super villain. But yes,” I said. “Do you want something to drink?”
“I’m still standing, I can get it. Is there something you want?”
I felt a spur in my spine at the domesticity of her offering to get me something to drink in my own place. Suddenly, I could imagine her doing that on a daily basis or the roles being reversed. The two of us, completely comfortable with one another, doing the hundreds of tiny favors couples do for each other every day.
“Sure,” I said. “I have some lemon-lime soda in the fridge. If you grab that and some glasses, I have an icebox and whiskey over here in my cabinet.”
I motioned to the cabinet by the couch. It had been one of my favorite lazy additions. It served as a small table, as well as having a whiskey cabinet inside. There was also a built-in icebox, the cord running behind the couch to the wall, meaning I always had ice and whiskey nearby. Unfortunately, there wasn’t enough room in the cabinet for glasses.
Jodi returned, two glasses in her hand and a two-liter of lemon-lime soda in the other.
“I’ve never had this with whiskey before,” she said. “It’s good?”
“Shockingly so,” I said. “Everyone else uses a dark cola, but I discovered this one night at a restaurant with Ally. We were staging at a place in New York. The head chef there gave all the cooks a drink at the end of the night, and he ran out of Coke. He had this stuff though, and we all had some and ended up liking it so much we put the two-liter out of commission and started in on the fountain.”
“Oh no. How drunk did you get?”
“We ended up sleeping in the booths at the restaurant,” I admitted. “It wasn’t my finest hour. But we got through the shift the next day and went home, and none of us puked. So, I called that a win.”
“I bet,” she said as I poured the drinks. I went a little lighter on the whiskey for hers, only because I didn’t want her to think I was trying to get her drunk. Then again, my alcohol tolerance was rather high, so my going light was probably still among the more spiked drinks she was used to having.
She took a sip, and her eyes opened wide.
“Wow, this is good.” She sat back on the couch and pulled her legs under her. We were sitting nearly shoulder to shoulder, and I had a very sudden feeling of what I imagined my brothers felt with their women. If this was what it was to fall in love, then I understood what the big fuss was. It was something so much more than any of the flings or short relationships I’d had in my life.