~ Chapter Three ~

I walk into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I lean there for a second to just take in everything that has happened in the last 10 minutes. I thought this was going to be an uneventful summer before starting my sophomore year of college.

Bellamy will make it interesting, that's for sure…

Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I realise what a hot, sweaty mess i am.

Oh my god, this was my first impression?!

I turn the shower on and strip off my sweaty clothes. I let down my hair out of it's frizzy nest on top of my head. Stepping into the shower, It takes a second to get used to the heat. I close my eyes and let the water run over my face. Flashes of his face, his body, go through my mind. Even his voice. How can someone have that much of an effect on me this quickly?

His hard body on mine. One of his hands grip on my hair, the other on my ass as he pushes me against the shower wall. I grip my hands in his wet hair and take his sexy, soft bottom lip between my teeth making him groan.

As these vivid thoughts run through my head, my hand makes its way down to my wet folds and my finger starts in slow circles.

I wrap my legs around him as he positions himself at my entrance. I feel the pressure of him. His tip teases my swollen clit as it slowly slides up and down. My breathing increases as he sucks on my neck and makes his way down to my hard nipples. He lightly bites making me squirm. Please, I need you inside of me now.

My finger is circling faster and faster as this intense feeling builds inside me.

He looks directly in my eyes and bites my lower lip at the same time as he thrusts inside of me, the full length of him filling me. My head whips back in ecstasy. It feels so good as he pulls back and thrusts back in.

It builds and builds until the feeling overflows and my body almost collapses as i come harder than I ever have.

Bellamy…

I finish my shower feeling somewhat satisfied but even more confused.

How am I going to live in a house with this guy when I have to make myself come 30 minutes after meeting him?!

This is my brother's best friend. Thing cannot get complicated and this needs to be handled in a mature way. I am 18 years old… I can handle this… I wrap a towel around myself and brush my hair. Feeling refreshed, I look at myself in the mirror.

Self control, Clarke. Self Control.