How had I ended up here?
Last thing I remembered was reading Russell's diary before the accident….the horny, glowing, scandalous diary with gold ink, and way too much detail about Russell's wetdreams.
Where the hell was it?
I had to find it.
I searched everywhere…under the bed, in the bags I'd dragged in, under the pillow, behind the desk, nothing. No diary. Not even a glimmer of gold ink.
I flopped onto the bed, wiped sweat from my forehead, and groaned. "Okay… okay… calm down, Benny. You're sweaty, confused, probably dead. You should take a shower."
My skin was slick with swear and… whatever new hormones Russell's body had pumped into my bloodstream.
I walked towards the bathroom.
Steam curled under the door.
Running water splashed somewhere inside.
"Is anyone there?" I called out. No one answered.
My fingers fumbled over the bathroom handle.
The door creaked open and… steam curled out.
Did someone forget to turn the water off? Was water free in the year 2000?
I started hearing it. Wet sounds.
Slurpy wet sounds.
I froze.
"Uh… hello?" I whispered.
Still no answer.
I walked in, and…froze.
I saw someone naked. Completely naked.
His back was to me at first, wet muscles, broad shoulders, water dripping down the long line of his spine, and his perfect abs.
Who the hell is that?
Then he turned slightly.
And I saw him.
And his hand.
And what his hand was doing.
I choked on my own saliva.
Aiden.
The rude, annoyingly hot, captain of the hockey team, was jerking off?
"What the hell are you doing in here?" he snapped, breathing unevenly.
My eyes, traitors… went straight down.
I couldn't help it.
It was there.
Right there.
Just… dangling.
His normally confident posture was slightly off, like he hadn't expected anyone to walk in.
Wet hair plastered to his forehead, as he glared. "Can you not stare like that?" he growled.
I squeaked.
"I..I wasn't. I mean…."
Aiden took one step toward me, as water kept dripping from every part of him.
One step closer and I could smell his soap.
He grabbed a towel behind me with one hand, covering himself with the other, except it was too big to fully cover.
His chest rose and fell too fast for someone who pretended like he wasn't embarrassed.
He leaned in, close enough that his breath hit my cheek.
"You walk into a bathroom without knocking again," he murmured, "and I will throw you out the window."
I gagged. Throw me out the window?
Kinky threat? Is this….?
I swallowed, and nodded.
He started down to my pants, which wasn't doing a good job, hiding my erection.
He scoffed, and rolled his eyes. "I knew you were weird," he shook his head, still glaring at me. "And now I know you're insane."
I stumbled backward, nearly tripping over the rug.
He paused in the doorway, with the towel tied low, revealing his torso, trying to act like this was casual.
Looked back at me with a smirk.
"You're jumpy," he said quietly.
"Gonna be fun messing with you."
He huffed, shaking his head. "Weirdo."
I blinked. "I… uh… totally agree!"
Did I just agree to him calling me a weirdo?
Then he walked out, water still dripping behind him like he was marking the floor.
I stood there shaking.
Did I just see all of that?
Did I just witness him jerking off? Naked?
Did Aiden..just flirt? Or threaten me?
Omg, omg. I kept fanning myself with my hands.
I wanted… something entirely inappropriate, but also… wow.
When I got back into my room, I shoved the pillow over my face, muttering curses at my body for betraying me.
Sleep would be impossible tonight. Or tomorrow. Or probably ever again without thinking about this exact moment. But that was fine.
I didn't need sleep. I had… other stuffs to think about. Fantasies. Trauma.
And oh… a really hot, team captain to haunt my dreams.