continued.
We were on day six of our fucked up winter storm.
I’d worked a double shift the two nights before, and today was the first time I’d seen her in nearly fifty hours.
I felt like a fucking juvenile. All I could think about was if Aspen was warm enough, or if she was keeping herself well entertained.
Then I’d pulled into my driveway to see a massive snowman in her yard the size of which I’d never seen in Texas.
The sign on the front of the massive snowman said, ‘Do you want to build a snowman?’
I’d laughed all the way up her driveway, and when she opened the door and I’d smelled the bacon cooking, I’d come inside and hadn’t left since.
“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?” Aspen asked, egging me on.
I lifted my beer, the ninth or the tenth, and stopped when I realized it was empty.
“You want the truth?” I asked.
“We are playing truth or dare,” she said, laughter filling her voice.
I shrugged.
“I was in college,” I said, apologizing ahead of time for what I was about to tell her.
“Okay…” she said, looking at me out of the corner of her eye before taking another swig of her bottle.
She passed it over to me, and I took a drink of her wine.
“I thought you said you weren’t allowed to have alcohol,” I said after I took a long swig.
“I’m not.” She took another swig. “But it’s either I drink, or I run away. I think drinking is the better end of the spectrum.”
I didn’t argue with her. I just hoped they didn’t randomly show up and test her.
That would suck.
Aspen giggled, causing my gut to clench even more tightly than it had been throughout the day.
God, the way she laughed, so uninhibited, was so sexy.
In fact, the woman had a way of making me feel things I’d never experienced before in all my forty-two years of life.
Just by laughing .
“When I was in college, my roommate used to always come in and steal my stuff. Nothing was sacred. My clothes. My shoes. My food. My deodorant.” I took another swig of the wine and passed it back . “Then, one day, I came in to half of my tube of toothpaste gone and I just…snapped.”
Her eyes widened so far that it was almost comical.
“What did you do?” She pushed.
I closed my eyes.
“Did you just blush?” She asked.
I started to laugh.
“I’m not proud of myself,” I admitted. “Now that I’m a firefighter, I realize how terrible bodily fluids are to share, but then…” I shook my head. “I was well and truly pissed, so I masturbated into a Ziploc bag and then squeezed it all into the toothpaste tube.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“You didn’t,” she said, almost sounding envious.
I nodded again.
“I did,” I winced. “And I felt terrible about it after it was all said and done,” I told her. “I forgot about the toothpaste, having put it in a drawer and never looked back at it again,” I smiled slightly at the memory. “Then one day I happened to glance in the drawer to find it nearly all the way gone, and I wrote my roommate a note.”
“What did the note say?” She leaned forward, listening intently.
She was now on her knees, waiting for me to finish the story.
“I said, ‘It’s wrong to steal, and I don’t appreciate your using my stuff without asking first. I hope you enjoyed brushing your teeth with my jizz in your toothpaste over the last month’,” I admitted.
She gagged, slapping her hand over her mouth before she rolled over onto her side and started laughing uproariously.
I watched her roll around the floor on her back, tears coming down her cheeks as she laughed too hard to control her bodily functions.
“That’s…” she wheezed. “Epic.”
“What about you?” I asked her.
“Truth?” She said, raising her brow in question.
I nodded, practically vibrating with the desire to hear her answer.
“It’s not really funny like yours. Mine’s my worst shame. I have nightmares about it,” she sighed softly.
I looked down at
We were on day six of our fucked up winter storm.
I’d worked a double shift the two nights before, and today was the first time I’d seen her in nearly fifty hours.
I felt like a fucking juvenile. All I could think about was if Aspen was warm enough, or if she was keeping herself well entertained.
Then I’d pulled into my driveway to see a massive snowman in her yard the size of which I’d never seen in Texas.
The sign on the front of the massive snowman said, ‘Do you want to build a snowman?’
I’d laughed all the way up her driveway, and when she opened the door and I’d smelled the bacon cooking, I’d come inside and hadn’t left since.
“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?” Aspen asked, egging me on.
I lifted my beer, the ninth or the tenth, and stopped when I realized it was empty.
“You want the truth?” I asked.
“We are playing truth or dare,” she said, laughter filling her voice.
I shrugged.
“I was in college,” I said, apologizing ahead of time for what I was about to tell her.
“Okay…” she said, looking at me out of the corner of her eye before taking another swig of her bottle.
She passed it over to me, and I took a drink of her wine.
“I thought you said you weren’t allowed to have alcohol,” I said after I took a long swig.
“I’m not.” She took another swig. “But it’s either I drink, or I run away. I think drinking is the better end of the spectrum.”
I didn’t argue with her. I just hoped they didn’t randomly show up and test her.
That would suck.
Aspen giggled, causing my gut to clench even more tightly than it had been throughout the day.
God, the way she laughed, so uninhibited, was so sexy.
In fact, the woman had a way of making me feel things I’d never experienced before in all my forty-two years of life.
Just by laughing .
“When I was in college, my roommate used to always come in and steal my stuff. Nothing was sacred. My clothes. My shoes. My food. My deodorant.” I took another swig of the wine and passed it back . “Then, one day, I came in to half of my tube of toothpaste gone and I just…snapped.”
Her eyes widened so far that it was almost comical.
“What did you do?” She pushed.
I closed my eyes.
“Did you just blush?” She asked.
I started to laugh.
“I’m not proud of myself,” I admitted. “Now that I’m a firefighter, I realize how terrible bodily fluids are to share, but then…” I shook my head. “I was well and truly pissed, so I masturbated into a Ziploc bag and then squeezed it all into the toothpaste tube.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“You didn’t,” she said, almost sounding envious.
I nodded again.
“I did,” I winced. “And I felt terrible about it after it was all said and done,” I told her. “I forgot about the toothpaste, having put it in a drawer and never looked back at it again,” I smiled slightly at the memory. “Then one day I happened to glance in the drawer to find it nearly all the way gone, and I wrote my roommate a note.”
“What did the note say?” She leaned forward, listening intently.
She was now on her knees, waiting for me to finish the story.
“I said, ‘It’s wrong to steal, and I don’t appreciate your using my stuff without asking first. I hope you enjoyed brushing your teeth with my jizz in your toothpaste over the last month’,” I admitted.
She gagged, slapping her hand over her mouth before she rolled over onto her side and started laughing uproariously.
I watched her roll around the floor on her back, tears coming down her cheeks as she laughed too hard to control her bodily functions.
“That’s…” she wheezed. “Epic.”
“What about you?” I asked her.
“Truth?” She said, raising her brow in question.
I nodded, practically vibrating with the desire to hear her answer.
“It’s not really funny like yours. Mine’s my worst shame. I have nightmares about it,” she sighed softly.
I looked down at
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