Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59231 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
9
RYAN
“I’ll be fine,” she said.
I highly doubted that. For one thing, her stomach had just rumbled so loud that it sounded like she had an animal caught in her shirt.
“Have you tried the shower yet?” I asked.
“The shower?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “It’s been a year or so since it was used last, right? I have a feeling that since it wasn’t maintained, it’s probably in terrible condition. You might want to check that.”
“Hold on,” she said, pursing her lips in a way that was so cute I felt my heart skip a beat.
She walked away, going to the bathroom that was just off the hallway in the entrance and leaving the door open as she turned the faucet. Or tried to. She struggled for a moment before I took the liberty of stepping just inside the door.
“Need some help?” I asked.
“It’s stuck,” she said. “Do you think you can turn it?”
“I’ll give it a whack,” I said, stepping all the way in.
She was trying to force the knob to turn, and before I could tell her she might not want to do that, in order to avoid stripping it, it suddenly moved, and she fell forward. She caught herself before tumbling into the tub and the brown water that was suddenly sludging its way out of her faucet. As it was, it was sputtering and going everywhere.
Allison screamed in surprise and disgust and yanked on the knob again, this time in the other direction. It came off in her hand, and the water kept pouring out, now faster and somehow even dirtier. I looked around and found a small toolbox in the hall and rushed over to it, grabbing a wrench and running back inside.
She was trying to push the knob back on and was at an odd angle leaning over the tub. I had the wrench in hand and was about to tap her shoulder to let her know I could take a shot when she slipped. This time, she missed the handrail on the back of the tub and spun, grasping at me as she fell. Her fingers caught my shirt, and in surprise, I lost my balance too. We both fell into the tub, me keeping her aloft for just long enough that she landed on her side, tangled up in my arms.
“Oh no,” she cried, as the water covered us in brown goop.
We lay there for a moment, our eyes suddenly locking onto each other. Suddenly, the showerhead began to sputter, and the dirty water began raining down from above.
“Well,” I said, as laughter suddenly bubbled up between us. “How does that pizza sound now?”
“It sounds amazing, actually,” she laughed.
I reached over her, smashing the button on the top of the faucet to turn off the showerhead and then wrenching the remains of the knob to the off position.
“Come on,” I said, getting up and offering my hand to her.
She took it, and I reveled in our skin touching again for the brief moment before she grabbed her keys and phone and we walked out of her house. As soon as I opened the door of my own place, I motioned to the guest room.
“Go grab a shower if you’d like. I’ll order the pizza and get one in my own bathroom. This gunk is… funky.”
She nodded and headed into the room, shutting the door behind her as I looked up the number to the pizza place in my contacts and gave them a ring. Not knowing what kind of pizza she liked, I went ahead and ordered two, one cheese and one pepperoni. Then I went into my bathroom to shower.
One of the good things about Murdock was that the pizza joint in town was run by a family who cared about making good pies and getting them delivered quickly. I had just made it out of the shower when I heard the doorbell ringing. Throwing on a robe, I went out to the living room, grabbing my wallet and removing enough cash for the pizza and the tip.
As I made my way back into the dining room area to put the pizza down on the table, I stopped cold in my tracks. Allison was standing in the hallway. She was wearing nothing but a towel. My cock instantly hardened, and I turned away from her to not let it show.
“Pizza’s here,” I said, clearing my throat.
“Sorry,” she said, coming up behind me. She rested her arms on a chair, and I glanced back just enough to see the glint of a water droplet racing down the center of her chest, disappearing behind the towel wrapped around her. “I forgot to grab any of my clothes. They’re all still next door.”
“Oh,” I said. “I can go get them for you. Where are they?”
“Just inside the door,” she said. “I have a duffel bag there with a change of clothes and some other stuff. If you wouldn’t mind grabbing that whole bag, that would be very nice.”