Chapter 76 Seeing Him Hard
It was technically fall, but the weather was still hot as hell. Ellie got home, ditched her clothes, and headed straight for a shower.
After being out and sweating like a pig, she felt all kinds of gross, especially with her sore little spot that was still tender from earlier. She needed to clean up and slap on some ointment.
George noticed her clutching the ointment and avoiding eye contact as she made her way to the bathroom. He knew exactly what was up.
Even though she knew it was the worst time to be thinking about it, her mind kept drifting. Blood rushed to her lower belly, and she felt a familiar tingle down there.
George frowned, gripping the remote control so hard his knuckles turned white. He tossed it onto the sofa and stormed off to his room to change clothes, trying to find something to take his mind off things. But as soon as he saw the freshly made bed, his thoughts went wild, and he felt himself getting hard, which just pissed him off more.
When Ellie came out of the shower, towel-drying her hair, she was surprised to see George sitting on the sofa, puffing on a cigarette.
"Uh... I'll smoke on the balcony," he mumbled, getting up.
Ellie chuckled, "You're nuts. If you have to go to the balcony for a smoke, what's my dad gonna do?"
George realized how weird he was acting and awkwardly sat back down.
After being together for so long, Ellie wasn't exactly innocent. She could tell something was up with him. Her eyes drifted to his lower abdomen, and sure enough, his pajama pants were tented.
With that glance, George turned even redder and quickly leaned forward, coughing awkwardly.
"Uh, why are you just standing there?" he stammered.
Ellie quickly looked away, her face heating up as she continued to dry her hair and walked towards the sofa. She swore she didn't mean to look, but by the time she realized it, it was too late.
"By the way, where'd you get the cigarettes?" she asked, trying to change the subject.
It was weird seeing George with a smoke. He could smoke, sure, but he rarely did. Only if when they were at her parents' place, he would smoke some offered by her dad, and George never carried any himself.
"Oh, the vice-captain gave them to me when I was at the criminal investigation team a couple of days ago," George replied, shifting to sit against the armrest, like he was trying to put some space between them.
Ellie sat on the opposite armrest and asked, "They even handed you cigarettes?"
"No, I asked," he said, clearly feeling the awkwardness of the conversation.
"Ah, got it."
The chat fizzled out, and the silence made things even weirder. The quiet just made their minds wander more. Ellie couldn't help but think about last night, and her lower belly and legs felt sore. Even the spot where she'd applied the ointment was tingling and contracting.
Ellie felt a bit annoyed with herself, like her body wasn't even hers anymore. George, meanwhile, had smoked his cigarette down to the filter, leaned over to stub it out, and stood up.
"Well, I'm gonna take a shower," he said.
Ellie paused her hair-drying for a moment and whispered, "Okay."
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