Silk & Stains
907 Words
"So, you can sleep here till the granny flat is set up when my parents get back." Ezra led her to the guest room, opposite his own bedroom.
"Are you really sure this is okay?"
"Seriously, yes."
Lari stepped inside. The large bed had a plush dark grey cover and a mountain of cushions.
"It's too quiet," she muttered, realising she was used to the thin walls of her apartment building—her neighbour’s dog barking, her dad snoring in front of the TV, people doing burnouts down the street.
Ezra noticed her distant stare. He picked up the remote from the bedside table and turned on the TV.
"Would you like a hug?" he offered almost shyly.
"No, it’s fine."
"You look like you need a hug, though," Ezra smiled warmly.
It took Lari so off guard that she gave in, leaning into his warm, solid chest and letting his embrace envelop her. She took a deep breath. Ezra’s scent filled her senses—a mix of smoke and leather with something distinctly him, almost sweet.
"Okay, now get some sleep."
The next morning, Lari woke early. She tumbled out of the giant hardwood bed and made her way to the bathroom.
"f**k!" she groaned, staring down at the thick red stain in her pants.
She leaned across to the vanity and opened the cupboard. All it had were hand towels, soap, and toilet paper.
Cringing at the grossness of her situation, she pulled her pants back on and silently slipped out of the room, running down the hall to the other bathroom.
She tore through everything she could find: men’s razors, sunscreen, facial wipes, Panadol, Nurofen, Zyrtec, antibacterial wipes, Dettol, bandaids, cotton swabs, gauze—an entire pharmacy of useless s**t.
Slamming the last cupboard shut, she sat on the cold tiled floor, unsure what to do next.
There was no point changing clothes without pads, tampons or— Her eyes shifted to the toilet paper.
Before she could form a plan, the bathroom door opened to reveal a bewildered Ezra.
"What’re you—?" His voice trailed off as he noticed the dark red stain on her inner thighs.
"f**k my life," Lari sighed, accepting her fate. She stood before him, unbothered now.
"You're... bleeding."
"Really? Oh my God, I didn’t even notice!" Lari snapped sarcastically. "It seems there’s not a pad or tampon in this house."
"Uh—yeah. I can go grab you some, or maybe Uber?" he suggested carefully.
"Yeah, okay. Ubering tampons." Lari dragged a hand down her face.
He handed her his phone, the app already open. She picked the closest supermarket and ordered overnight pads as well as tampons.
"Thanks." She passed the phone back.
"So, um..." Ezra fumbled, clearly intrigued but clueless.
"I’m gonna grab some clothes and then shower while the stuff arrives. I’ll leave the door unlocked so you can just sit it on the vanity, if that’s okay."
"Is there anything else you need?"
"Privacy?"
Within five minutes, Lari was in the shower, letting the hot water wash away blood, sweat and tears.
The Uber arrived sooner than either of them expected. She’d only told him to leave it on the vanity because she assumed she’d be out of the shower by then. She’d clearly underestimated how much she needed a long shower.
Ezra gently set down the soft plastic packet and the little cardboard boxes. He knew he shouldn’t look up—knew exactly what he’d see. But curiosity got the better of him.
Slowly, his eyes drifted upward. Through the streaming water he saw the curve of her arse, the slick jiggle of her breasts, and the dark patch of hair between her legs as she turned slightly to reach for the shampoo.
He slipped out before she could see him and went to his room. Only then did he notice he was hard.
He waited, hoping it would go down. But the longer he stood there, the more he kept thinking of Elara’s slick, wet body.
He locked his bedroom door and strode into his own bathroom, turning the shower on. He imagined her hands on him—trailing down his chest, across his abs, gripping his hard c**k.
He groaned, frustrated that his own hand was nothing like hers.
He’d started thinking about her months ago, when they’d been paired for a biology project. He’d noticed the way she licked her bottom lip when she was nervous to speak, how she smiled when she talked to Millie. And he definitely noticed when she’d asked the teacher to change her partner.
He’d wondered for months why she wouldn’t work with him. Was he repulsive? What had she told the teacher? He needed answers. That’s why he’d made sure she was at that party. He was supposed to confront her—and instead he’d been a d**k.
But now she was in his house. Naked in his house. Surely things would change. Maybe he could finally be with a girl he could actually have a future with. Someone he could date.
All the other girls had been one disappointment after another—ditsy little airheads who just wanted to f**k and show him off. No connection. No witty banter. No sarcasm. Nothing real.
But Elara… Elara made his heart skip a beat. Just the thought of her made him smile. And seeing her naked body?
It was enough to drive him insane.
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