A/N: no pre-reader for this one so please excuse of there are more mistakes than usual
The door swings open and I allow myself a few moments to just bask in the glory that is my plan. I am truly a genius.
Checking my phone, I actually have some wiggle room when it comes to time. The living area of the suite is surprisingly quite tidy for five guys living here.
From earlier reconnaissance missions I know that Edward's room is the one on the far left which he shares with Tyler Crowly, a fellow swimmer.
Sometimes I like to delay gratification, so for some foreplay I decide to check out Jacob's room first. Crap, I forgot to re-lock the door. Quickly I tip-toe back to the door, because that is what you do when breaking and entering, and lock it.
Back to Jacob's room, his door is closed but not locked. Gross. These rooms are so small; truly it's like an upscale prison cell. By upscale, I mean the mattress doesn't look dilapidated or anything. This is boring; no wonder we didn't work out. Well, onto better bedrooms, I'll just...what the fuck?
On the cheap pine Ikea-like table beside Jacob's bed is a framed picture. Actually, it's a split frame with two pictures. The first picture is one of Jacob and me taken about a year and a half ago with me sitting on his lap, arms wrapped around eachother. Looking at it now I can see it gives off the vibe of best friends and not a romantic embrace. The photograph beside it is one where I'm about 5 years old and Jake is sitting beside me on the edge of a dock while we both fish. It's really quite sweet.
Okay, enough of this nostalgia crap, I question why the hell he has this and even more, why is it in plain view where Edward could see it and get the complete wrong idea. Jacob is such a little puke; I'm totally junk punching him again. Huffing, I grab the photo, what to do with this? I can't bring myself to throw it out or even take it, so I settle for shoving it under his mattress. I will text him before he moves out of the village to let him know where it is, or even tell him sooner after Edward and I do the deed. No need to hide anything at that point.
Shutting Jacob's door, I begin to creep over to Edward's room when the door handle to the suite begins to rattle. All I can think is do I hide under the sink or see if I can jump out the window? The pros and cons are quickly listed in my head; death by splatting on the pavement in the Olympic village would be in opposition to the ultimate goal of losing my virginity with Edward Cullen so I eye the sink as my hiding spot. Then there is a pounding at the door. My mind is whirling but I'm lucid enough to realize if you lived here you would have a key and pounding the door wouldn't be necessary. The pounding eventually stops and I let out a maniacal laugh at my unnecessary antics.
Even so, I quickly make my way into Edward's room and shut the door behind me. Turning around for what is the second best moment in my life, hello hand in pants is the bestest, I take in the room where Edward has spent many a hours. Now to figure out which bed is his? Choice A is the right side with posters of Justin Beiber and One Direction. I'm thinking it is the less likely of the two as Choice B on the left side has some magazines with Lil' Wayne and Jay Z on the covers piled beside the bed. At this point however I don't want to make any assumptions. He is a pretty white boy and maybe is a closeted boy band fiend.
Where to look, where to look? I'll start with the bottom drawer of the night stand. That's where guys keep all their magic goodies right?
Score! Condoms galore. Not 150,000 but he's making a good start on using up the village's supplies. Unfortunately this just tells me bed B's patron is well prepared for some post-Games action. Let's see what is in the top drawer. Bingo, a diamond American flag grill. Bed B is the winner of having Edward Cullen's hot tight body lying in it every night.
I set my bag down on the night stand and shuffle through the contents. Taking out the most important item, I have to hug myself again with the meticulous detail in which the plan was constructed. In my hands is a pair of super sexy undies. Hot pink lace boy shorts with the words 'It's not gonna spank itself' written in cursive black writing across the cheeks. I bought them online and they arrived yesterday just in time.
The plan is just to leave the underwear in his bed where he could easily find them and they will bring him luck and turn him on at the same time. It's weird though just leaving behind new underwear on a guy's bed right? Yeah, it is.
Off with the pants. Again, it feels weird standing here pant-less, so everything else comes off as well. I put the pink underwear on.
Vibrating, my whole body is vibrating with mixed emotion of what to do next. My mind is running a mile a minute and worse case scenarios start filtering through. What if something happens and the plan gets derailed? What if I'm never naked in Edward Cullen's bed? That is just unacceptable. I slip between Edward's cool sheets and splay my hair across his pillow. All the different positions I will soon find myself in this bed with Edward stream through my head. I can't stay here forever though and I will be back shortly so I do one more shimmy under the covers and then get out of the bed and re-make it.
Alright, where to put them, where to put them? I think under the pillow could be best or maybe only half under with the other half peeking out the side so Edward is sure to see them.
Wait, was that...holy freakin' puddle of mud! Those are definitely footsteps and they are definitely coming this way. I panic and start making sure I haven't noticeably disturbed anything. Grabbing everything I brought with me including my discarded clothing which in my hasty impromptu striptease I apparently threw to various corners of the room, I dive under the bed.
Next thing I know my eyes are level with a pair of very large feet.
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