{Katelyn's POV}
Waking up, I didn't remember when I fell asleep. I just knew that I felt a very warm source of heat. Pulling it closer to me, I squashed myself into it, trying to make it fuse with me. It was really so warm~
'It's kind of poking me too?'
I finally opened my eyes and saw my source of heat. My mind stuttered, trying to remember how we ended up on a bed?!
'Wait, then that means what's poking me is…'
I slowly looked down, and my thoughts were right. I-it was his thing—uh, little brother, as some call it!
It was crushed into my navel, but instead of just getting up and being done with it, I was... curious. A wave of heat rushed to my cheeks, and I froze for a second, heart thudding way too loud in my chest.
Backing my hips up a bit, I gave his thing some space, and my mouth opened in shock.
'O-Oh my god! N-no way?!'
It was bigger than my hand—from middle finger to wrist and then some. This was so freaking crazy!
'My phone is about 7 inches... I wonder if—'
Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I put it against his l-little brother.
'Wow.'
My hands trembled a little, half from nerves, half from the insane realization of what I was actually doing.
He was a bit bigger than my phone. It was great that I had this information now so I could prepare, but jeez, I didn't expect him to be so big.
'I guess it would've been weirder if he wasn't, considering how tall and funny he is.'
Not an indication at all of how it should be, yes, but… a girl has her own reasoning. Not that size was an important factor, but it was definitely still a factor and don't let any girl tell you otherwise!
My hand reached out to grab it, but I quickly stopped. If he really did wake up, I didn't think I could handle the embarrassment. Even if curiosity was getting the better of me, it was best to cut things here before they got out of hand.
'Heck, his thing can't even fit in my hand... I might have to use two.'
I got off the bed in shame. I swore never to reveal my thoughts to anyone. NO ONE! God, what have I turned into; I'm acting like some slut when I'm better than that!
Walking into the restroom, I peeled off my clothes piece by piece, the cool air prickling against my skin. Kneeling down, I grabbed a towel from under the sink. It was thick and soft, the kind of material that made you want to sink your face into it — warm and just a little fluffy, without that stiff, scratchy feeling some towels had.
I tossed it over the counter and reached for the shower knob, twisting it until the water steamed against the tile. A low mist started creeping along the mirror, blurring my reflection into a ghost.
With a tiny shiver, I shed the last of my clothes and remembered I had forgotten an important message I needed to send.
'I need clothes. Of course, I forgot to text Mia.'
If I didn't go so preoccupied with Eiz's uh...package, then I wouldn't have forgotten. Stupid Eiz!
Digging into my pockets, I looked for my phone, but it wasn't there. I checked each pocket multiple times, but nope. There was only one other place where my phone could be.
'F-Fuck!'
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{Eizkel's POV}
'Running water?' I got up to the sound of water running. Shifting my body a little, I felt something hit my lower half.
I thought it was my phone, so I grabbed it without hesitation, but when I looked over to my left, my phone was still charging. Pulling it out, I saw it was a phone and since it wasn't mine, that left only one meaning. I didn't understand why her phone was here, though.
The weird part was that it was right on top of my dick like it had been intentionally placed there.
'Anything, Ezryn?'
[I can't see when your eyes aren't open.]
'Seriously?'
[Dude, I thought you learned that when you were knocked the fuck out.]
'I just assumed you could see whenever you wanted to.'
[Hah~ Anyway, no. I have no idea.]
'You don't think she used it to measure it?'
[Bhahaha~ I doubt it.]
I laughed with him. It really is a ridiculous thought.
Ring Ring~
Her phone started ringing, and the contact ID read Mia. I figured she texted her about clothes before entering the shower, but... what was she going to wear when she got out? A towel?
My mind enjoyed the thought, heat prickling at the back of my neck, before I shook it out of my head. I couldn't risk letting those urges out especially not with her literally in the shower, a mere few steps away, naked, skin probably glistening under the steam, wiping...
'FUCK!'
I answered the phone like it was a lifeline, answering it purely as a distraction. My fingers fumbled against the smooth glass, the cold edge biting into my palm.
I didn't know what to do now.
The soft hum of running water echoed from the bathroom, filling the otherwise quiet room with a steady, almost hypnotic rhythm. The faint scent of warm mist and soap drifted out through the cracked door, curling around me like temptation itself.
"Miss?"
Finally, a voice broke through the silence grounding me back to reality!
"S-She's in the shower."
A beat of static crackled faintly between us before the voice came again.
"Oh. Um, is this Mr. Rhyse?"
"Yep..." My voice came out rougher than I intended, still thick from just waking up.
"I see. I was calling to make sure Miss Kate was fine, but since she's still with you, there's nothing to worry about."
"Thanks?"
"Hehe~ Did you want me to find something wrong?"
"No."
"By the way... why do you have her phone? She rarely leaves it unattended."
"She left it on the bed, and when I woke up, she was in the shower. That's all I know."
"O-On the bed? You wouldn't mean that?"
"Not yet! I mean, no!"
"Pfft~ I can see why she has fun teasing you. Since she's fine, I'm going to go then—"
"Wait. She'll probably need a change of clothes. She said she was going to text you about it."
"I didn't get such a text. You know what, I'll do you a favor, Mr. Rhyse. Let her wear your clothes or even just a shirt, if you have the balls."
The call disconnected with that.
[Why are the workers so much more entertaining than you? Tch. Tch.]
'Fuck off, bastard!'