The Fear of Falling

Chapter Four

The plumbing creaked as I paced across the floor of my bedroom. I sucked in a breath and shook out my hands; as if there was anything to be nervous about.

It's not like you haven't seduced a guy before, Megara.

I groaned and threw myself onto my bed where Sarah and Jade's goody bag waited for me. Fuuuckkk. I wanted to smother myself and end my suffering before it began.

I flipped onto my side and stared at the bag; material proof of how far I'd fallen in such a short amount of time. The dread couldn't stop my curiosity, however. Before I could get a hold of myself, I was already unzipping the neon bag.

I dumped the contents onto my bed and rifled through them. Two dildos, three vibrators, more lube than anyone could ever need, and- I held up two dozen condoms.

Then, under the pile, I spotted a shiny pair of silver handcuffs.

I blinked in disgust and intrigue.

Although I knew that the girls' plan could only end in chaos, what other choice did I have? Gavin said it himself, living together isn't an issue but fucking would spell trouble for Mr. Airos in a second.

Then, I'd be free to live my life without his snarky presence.

One quick fuck and the nightmare will be over.

I swallowed my anxiety and decided to postpone my plan; however, I entertained the idea of leaving it up to fate.

If I entered our shared living space partially dressed, I couldn't be held accountable for him walking in on me, could I?

Before I left the confines of my room, I let my sweatpants fall to the floor and threw on an oversized white t-shirt. I stared at my full-length mirror; debating if I should forego my bra and speed up the seduction process.

In the end, I voted to have some mercy.

I smoothed out the shirt, slid on a pair of knee-high socks, and wandered out into the living room.

The apartment appeared abandoned and I allowed my shoulders to relax. That just proves that this was a horrible idea.

I wondered what my mother would say if she knew about my antics.

When I shrugged off the depressing thought, I noticed a dark figure moving in the unlit kitchen. My heart threatened to burst when Gavin turned around and saw me standing in my doorway, half-naked.

Stay calm. I plastered on a fake smile and meandered across the living room, through the barely visible boxes, and into the kitchen. It took all of my focus not to run into the numerous obstacles in my way; the darkness never was my friend.

When I reached the kitchen, I forced myself to commit to the original plan. No turning back now.

Gavin stared at me with bewilderment scrawled across his face; a beam of light from my room struck his face and gave me all the information I needed to know.

"Hey," I moved past his frozen figure and opened my breakfast cabinet.

"Hey," He responded with suspicious and wandering eyes.

As I reached up to retrieve my midnight snack, the shirt lifted and revealed my ass adorned in black lace panties.

Instead of the groan or whistle I was expecting, there was nothing; silence. Maybe he's gay? No.

I sighed and dropped back down empty-handed, "It's too high,"

He paused, "Didn't you put it there?" Regardless of his condescending tone, there was a quiver to his words; I was getting to him.