Page 30 of In His Skates

It’s surreal how comfortable he is in my house. “No. My stomach can’t handle anything solid after the ordeal you put me through.”

He turns around holding several items he got from the fridge, then sets them on the counter. “You need to hydrate. Got anything with electrolytes?”

“Hmm, there should be coconut water in the fridge.”

Keanu searches inside the fridge again and grabs a can of coconut water. “Last one. You have to buy more.” He tosses the can at me out of the blue, and it’s a miracle that I manage to catch it.

“Jesus, couldn’t you just hand it over?”

“Yes, but I’m testing your coordination skills. You need them for the next hockey practice.”

My stomach coils painfully. “I can’t keep taking laxatives, can I?”

His brows soften. “No, that wouldn’t be good for you or my body.”

I shiver. “I have to take a shower. I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t go taking advantage of my body while you’re in there,” he quips.

“Gag me. Do you think I enjoy having this… thing between my legs?” I point at my crotch.

“You’d enjoy it more if you gave it some loving.” He laughs.

“Eww! You’re disgusting, Keanu.”

My face is burning as I run up the stairs. Leave it to Keanu to suggest I jerk him off. I’d reap the benefits, but still, this situation is already too bizarre. I don’t need to add to the weirdness.

It’s not until I’m in the shower, avoiding looking at Keanu’s dick, that it occurs to me that he probably won’t have any issues touching himself while in my body. Maybe he’s done it already. Fucking hell.

I had planned to take my time in the shower, but now I can’t relax. I get out and realize I forgot to grab the bag of Keanu’s clothes. Shit. Shit. Shit.

My bathrobe doesn’t fit me now, so I wrap a towel around myself and head to the ground floor. Keanu is sitting on my couch with the TV on, eating a huge sandwich that, by the looks of it, has more mayo than anything else. He looks up, and his eyes bug out.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

“I forgot your clothes.”

“Okay… but why did you wrap the towel as if it were a dress?”

“What?” I look down, failing to see the problem.

“You don’t have boobs, Leigh. You could have wrapped yourself from the waist down, although I don’t know why you’d bother. It’s my birthday suit.”

My cheeks become hot. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not one to walk around naked when there are strangers in my house.”

Keanu scoffs. “I’m hardly a stranger.”

“Whatever. What the hell are you eating?”

“An everything sandwich. I made one for you too. It’s on the kitchen counter.”

Some strange feeling spreads through me. It’s like a warm balm that makes the worry in my heart lessen. Even though I told Keanu I couldn’t eat, he made me a snack. There’s something to be said about a guy who takes care of you.

I give myself a mental slap. Don’t you dare go mushy around Keanu, Leigh. Remember how awful he was to you before.

Curious, I inspect the sandwich he made me. “How much mayo did you put on this?”

“I don’t know.”