5:Wrong Room, Right Dick

Ashleigh 

I slapped both hands over my mouth but it was way too late. The sound was already out there, hanging in the air like a bad fart. My brain finally caught up and I blurted the first thing that popped into my head because apparently my mouth had zero chill left. “I like you, okay? but you have to respect boundaries! What the hell are you doing in my room anyway, standing here half naked like some kind of underwear model who lost a bet?”

He just stared at me for a second, one eyebrow slowly climbing up his forehead like it was trying to escape his face. Then he laughed once, short and dry, and crossed his arms over those stupid carved abs. “Are you crazy? This is my room. You’re the one who walked in here like you owned the place and started screaming at my dick. I was literally getting changed after training. You never left after I told you to stay away earlier. You followed me or got lost or whatever, but this is definitely my room, not yours.”

I blinked. Hard. Then I actually looked around instead of just staring at the floor like a loser. Desk with his hood on it. Books stacked weirdly. 

That same crumpled note he snatched earlier sitting on the nightstand. My stomach dropped so fast I felt it hit my toes. “Oh my god that’s true,” I said, voice going all squeaky. “Crap. I thought this was the east wing last door on the right. Nicole said the second floor last door right and I just… walked in without knocking.”

He didn’t move. Just stood there in that underwear that was doing absolutely nothing to hide anything. I tried to look at his face. I really did. But my eyes kept sliding down like they had their own evil plan and then I swallowed. Loud. Like the sound echoed. Because yeah. It was right there. And it was… impressive. Stupidly impressive.

Christopher’s eyes narrowed. “Are you crazy? What are you swallowing for? And why are you still staring? Stop staring. Eyes up. Now.”

My face went hot enough to fry an egg but my mouth apparently still had the wheel. “It looks so good, okay? I’m sorry but it does. Like, ridiculously good. I wasn’t expecting that. Sue me.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose like I was giving him an actual headache. “Out. Get out. Right now.”

He stepped forward and put one hand on my shoulder to push me toward the door, all calm and controlled like he was handling a wild animal. Except I stepped back too fast, my foot caught on the edge of his rug or maybe his stupid gym bag, I don’t even know, and suddenly everything went sideways. I tripped. He tried to catch me but we were already tangled and then we both went down hard.

His whole body landed right on top of me. Chest to chest. And yeah. His dick pressed straight against my thigh through pants. Heavy. Warm. Way bigger than any guy I’d ever accidentally touched in my whole life.

I gasped out loud before I could stop myself. “Fuck that is big.”

For one second neither of us moved. Just breathing hard, staring at each other, my hands somehow ended up on his bare sides and his forearms braced on either side of my head so he didn’t crush me completely. My heart was hammering so loud I swear he could hear it.

Then he shoved himself up so fast it was like I burned him. “Pervert!” he snapped, voice cracking again. “You’re a total pervert, you know that?”

I scrambled up too, shoving my hair out of my face and glaring right back because no way was I letting that slide. “What? Me? A pervert? Are you crazy? You’re the one walking around your room with that thing basically waving hello and then you fall on me! If anyone’s the pervert here it’s the guy who can’t keep his giant dick to himself for five seconds!”

He just squinted at me, eyes all dark and annoyed and maybe a little panicked. “Leave. Seriously. Leave right now before this gets any worse.”

I opened my mouth to fire back something super clever and sarcastic but then I saw it. They were definitely not hiding the fact that things had changed down there. Like, changed a lot. He was hard. Really hard. And he was standing there trying to act normal while clearly hoping I wouldn’t look down.

I almost laughed. Almost. Because the whole thing was so ridiculous. I’d just told the vampire who saved me that I liked him, tripped, got dick-pressed, called him out, and now he had a full-on situation because of me. My life was a comedy show written by someone who hated me.

But before I could say anything my bangle the thin silver one Lily gave me before I left home slipped off my wrist when I fell and rolled across the floor toward the door. I turned to grab it without thinking.

And there it was. Right at eye level. His hard dick straining against the gray fabric like it was trying to escape and say hi personally.

I froze.

At the exact same second a female voice rang out from down the hall, bright and way too loud and getting closer fast. “Babe! Chris! Where are you? I brought those protein bars you like and I’m starving, let’s eat before… ”

The voice was coming right toward his room. Straight at us.

Did Chris just have a girlfriend?