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After donning the t-shirt and the too-tight underwear, I rinsedthem over the towel rack to dry I went into Linc’s bedroom and belly flopped on his bed while he was still in the shower

And that was the last that I’d re up in an empty bed with the house almost completely silent around me

The only thing I could hear was the air conditioner blowing through the vents in the bedroom

That’s when I started to notice the smell of the pillow, and my brain started to fire on a few cylinders Those few cylinders all centering on one thing—ina

Linc could control me whether he was in the room or not Whether I’d talked to him that day, or whether it’d been weeks All I really had to do was think about hiet out of control—down there But having his scent in my nostrils? Yeah, it was a recipe for disaster

Not that I really thought about what I was doing

After glancing once at the clock to see that it was barely eight in the , I decided that I had time

Had time for what, you ask?

I had time to masturbate to the s that it was getting downright ridiculous I should’ve s and pursued other more attainable men

But I didn’t

Because I was a goner

I loved the stupid man

I let , and felt hten

The t-shirt was old and soft, one that had been worn and washed probably a hundred thousand times

It was one of the ones that he worked out in I knew because not only had I seen hi it before, but I’d also looked at photos of hi out with the team in it

It felt like silk against my hardened nipples

My legs shifted restlessly under the saht

I turned and buriedthe scent of his shampoo, as well as the beard oil that he put in his beard to keep it shiny and pretty

I’d bought it for him for Christmas and sent it to him

He’d sentme hoell it tamed his once-untamable beard

I groaned and let e down comforter I was covered with