58: Through a rejection

Malik saw me naked and didn’t react. I closed my legs, annoyed at him and myself. Waylen would have acted differently, kissed me before taking me against that sink. Why was I upset when I always complained about his roughness? Because I wanted what he gave, even if I didn’t like how he took them. 

But my attraction to Malik made little or no sense to me. I liked him, alright. From our dates and chats over the month, I knew he was a cool person. Still, after everything that had happened tonight, my body should have shut down. I shouldn’t be horny or this tense.

The sound of pouring water kept me awake. I rested my head against the headboard, my eyes so heavy I could barely see. My feelings were a mess. Right now, I was so wet I was certain I had soaked Malik’s towel. I wanted Malik to hold me. But I wanted to stay away. When someone helps you, you offer your gratitude and leave, not picture yourself in bed with them. Still, I couldn’t