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me?”
    “I’m not messing with you, Flynn. I came to get a cup of water. You’re the one jacking off in the kitchen. Sue me for enjoying the show.” She turns around filling up her water bottle from the filtered fridge, while I stand behind her feeling like an asshole. When she turns back around she eyes me up and down again. “For the record, you have a nice dick.”
    I watch as she saunters down the hall again, realizing the only thing that separated her hand from my dick was a paper towel. Rubbing my forehead, I head for the safety of my bedroom. It might be the only place where I won’t be tempted.

 

    Back in my room, I shake my head as I strip out of my pj’s to take my shower. I can’t believe I just caught Flynn doing that. Two years of living together, and I’ve never seen his dick until today. Sure, I’ve heard him getting off, many times actually. I can always tell when he’s doing it by the sound of deep, heavy breathing coming from his room. I recall the time I heard him on the couch and peeked around the corner, but he was covered with a blanket. I’ve imagined what it must look like a thousand times, but seeing it was way better. Damn, it was nice. I figured he had to be packing with all the women he gets, but I wasn’t expecting that. The kitchen was an odd location choice, but I’m glad I decided to go back for water.
    Smiling as I brush out my hair, I replay the image in my mind. I’d like to think I turned him on. That I’m the reason he had to do that. And now he’s the reason I will. Once I’m standing in the shower, I reach down, rubbing myself just right. If I’ve learned one thing in the six months since I last had some dick, it’s how to get myself off and fast. Lifting my leg, I slide my fingers in, imitating the cock I so desperately need, while my free hand rubs my clit. In just a few brief minutes, the tension explodes and I gasp, moaning against the tiled wall behind me. I needed that. As my breathing returns to normal, I can’t fight the satisfied grin creeping across my lips.
    After I dress in my workout clothes, I walk out to the living room. Flynn is already sitting on the couch, hunched over his laptop. Leaning against the wall, I take a moment to admire his features. His light brown wavy hair is still messy, but it’ll be styled soon enough. He transforms from casual guy wearing his jeans and t-shirt to the handsome, accomplished chef in his dress clothes and perfect hair. I like him better like this though. When he’s just Flynn.
    Catching me, he turns in my direction. “Hey, Brooks. Whatcha doing?”
    “Nothing. You?”
    He pats the seat next to him. “Come here.”
    I walk over and sit next to him on the couch. “What’s up?”
    “Listen, about earlier, I, um… I don’t know what I’m trying to say.”
    “You don’t have to say anything. If I was a guy roommate we’d just laugh it off, right?”
    “Probably.”
    “So pretend I’m a guy.”
    Flynn smiles. “I wish I could sometimes.”
    “What does that mean?”
    “We talked about it last night. You know I think you’re hot. Every man does.” He shakes his head. “Sometimes it’s hard to separate what this thing,” he motions to his dick, “thinks when you’re around versus how I think.” He taps his temple. “I’m just a man, Brooks.”
    “So it was about me?”
    “Did you see what you were wearing? I could see your tits.”
    “You’ve seen them before.”
    “Not like that. I’m sorry you saw that. I should’ve gone to my room.”
    “It’s okay. I hope you’re not mad I touched you. I guess I got carried away, too.”
    “Nah, I’m not mad. It was just a moment thing.”
    “Yeah. Not gonna lie though, it was amazing to watch you.”
    Flynn smiles. “Was it?”
    “Mm hmm. I mean, I’ve heard it before, but seeing is different.” I smile. “Have you ever heard me?”
    “A few times.” He looks down then back at me. “I watched you once. I didn’t see anything,