The room is empty when I step out of my shower. I for sure thought I heard Leilani talking on the phone not too long ago, but maybe it was me hallucinating about her again, as usual. Not to worry though, we'll meet soon in the gym.
Drying my hair, I smile at my reflection in the mirror. There are small almost invisible dark circles under my eyes, proof of the struggle I had to endure last night. I thought I could finally handle it, but sleeping on the same bed with Leilani never gets old.
My hands always tingled in anticipation at the prospect of touching her, and whenever we made body contact—because she can't keep to her side of the bed, apparently—a chill would crawl it's way up my skin, making me get up from the bed and walk on the cold tiles just to get myself in check. It's already tough for most men to keep their hands to themselves when sleeping with a random woman on the same bed—but your crush?
