Hello everyone…welcome back for a quick teaser. 😉
****Warning: foul language and sexual tension. *purrs* ****
“If you had a lick of sense, you’d quit right now,” Evan murmured to himself as he hit the enter key. With a sigh, he pushed himself back from the computer desk and made his way to the kitchen. It felt as though he’d been tapped dry. The words didn’t come like they used to. He’d sat at the computer all day and had six sentences to show for it.
“How comes the story, Ev?” His roommate Rose sidled up to him, plunking her coffee cup next to his on the counter. Her bubbly demeanor made Evan scowl. He was on his fourth cup of coffee and still longed to crawl back to bed. She tossed her short auburn curls and leaned back against the counter, facing him. Too perky. His gaze raked over the familiar curve of her smile, the ever present optimism burning in her eyes.
He rolled his eyes. “Fanfuckingtastic,” he grumbled before pressing the brew button. The scent of fresh coffee filled his senses, masking the sweet floral scent of Rose’s shampoo. Over the past half a year, he’d become intimately familiar with the scent of her shampoo since they shared a bathroom. They’d been roommates for the last few months, but their friendship had started in seventh grade. Living with her had brought things to the surface Evan had been sure he’d successfully suppressed since he was a teenager, like wanting to smell her skin.
“C’mon, you’ve been in there all morning.” She nudged him in the ribs with her elbow. He swayed at the motion and glared at her. Rose smiled up at him. “You’re such a grump when you’re writing. What’s wrong, characters not cooperating?” She picked up the pot of coffee and filled her paisley mug.
He held out his plain black one. “You’d think they’d do what you asked them to do without having to fight them constantly.” He kept his hand steady as she topped off the mug.
Rose patted his shoulder. The tender touch mocked him. He steeled himself against the thoughts her innocent action had aroused. Like snarling beasts, the attraction he’d spent years stomping into the dust reared its ugly head. He sipped the coffee letting the pain of his burned tongue replace the lust coursing through his veins.
“I’m sure you’ll get it figured out, you always do.” She poured some cream into her coffee and sipped it gingerly. “Do you need me to brainstorm with you, break some ideas loose? I’m sure between the two of us we can figure out what happens next.”
The story, dumb ass, she’s talking about the story.
She bounded toward his bedroom without waiting for his reply. Even in sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt she looked adorable. His scowl deepened as he watched her disappear into his bedroom.
“What a fucking mess.” He mumbled to himself as he took another sip of the scorching brew. “Maybe I should shower first…an ice cold shower ought to do it.”
“You coming?” Rose called from his room.
“I fucking wish,” he whispered under his breath as he walked toward the woman who haunted his dreams.
He came around the corner and saw her curled up on his bed, her baggy sweatshirt baring her left shoulder as she patted the bed next to her. Even wanted to trace her collarbone with his tongue, bury his face in her hair and…
“Grab a notebook and a pen.”
Her words jolted him from his fantasy. “Yeah, right.” He snatched up his notebook and favorite pen, then glanced at her again.
“Sit down,” she said, tugging on his shorts.
Evan sighed and sat next to her on the bed, setting the coffee on his nightstand. When she moaned, his gaze snapped back to her.
“Damn, this coffee is soooo good.” She moaned again and clutched the mug with both hands. When she met his gaze, Rose frowned. “Something wrong?”
Evan shook his head. “No, no…Nothing’s wrong.” He opened the notebook and started scribbling random notes about the story, stuff he already knew, anything to get his mind off of the woman next to him.
“What?” he asked, not bothering to even look at her. When she felt the soft brush of her fingertips on her nape, Evan froze. His heart shifted into high gear, sending his body into overdrive. She toyed with the fine hairs dusting his neck. His eyes drifted closed. Then he felt her breath on his neck as she leaned closer. Holy fucking hell.
“You smell delicious.” Her whisper disintegrated any sense remaining in his brain.
Hope you enjoyed this week’s teaser. Leave a comment, let me know what you think? Is there a story here?