Free Consumed by Skyla Madi

frustrated.
    I drag myself from the couch to the bathroom. A shower would be so fantastic right now. The hot water gushes over me and I just stand there, letting it caress me. My eyes sting as my make-up runs into them. I hate forgetting to use a make-up wipe before a shower, Selena’s stuff burns like acid. My skin still tingles and pulsates with Seth’s touch and I want him to come back. I want him to finish what he started. Under the hot water, I become even more flustered and thinking about what happened in my lounge room minutes ago is driving me crazy. I’ve never wanted sex so badly in my life and I just know Seth is good at it. The way he makes me feel with his hands alone is enough for me to go off.
    I trot from the shower, dejected and tightly coiled with my pink towel wrapped tightly around my body. My room is dark and I don’t bother switching the light on. I fall onto my bed, my hair still damp from the shower and I close my eyes. I want to sleep and forget tonight ever happened. Now that I’ve gathered my thoughts, I feel embarrassed. I should have acted with a bit more class or at least showed some restraint considering I hardly know the guy. But I can’t around him. He’s too magnetic—too sexy and confident and I like it. Behind my eyelids his full lips smile at me while his chocolate eyes watch me. An eternity later, I’m still awake and thinking about him.
    “Fucking Seth.” I groan, pressing play on the iPod dock on my bedside table.
    I figure music will help drown out his image. The first song to play is Me & U by Cassie and I quickly slap the ‘next’ button. The last thing I need is a sexually charged song to keep me awake. Thankfully, Wonderwall by Oasis plays straight after and I’m able to fall asleep to Liam Gallagher’s beautifully unique voice.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
     
    I open my eyes. The alarm clock on my bedside table says it’s nine a.m. I yawn, rub the sleep from my eyes and look again.
    9:00 A.M.
    Fuck!
    I sit bolt upright and the duvet falls away, exposing me to the cool morning air. I hit stop on my iPod, too bleary eyed and disoriented to realize what song is playing. I fly out of bed and move so quickly I swear my feet never touch the ground. Mason is going to be pissed. He gave me two days off and I still can’t get my shit together. Naked, I search my house for my phone. I find it on the kitchen bench and check my notifications. There’s a bunch from Blade, a bunch from Selena and million and one from Mason. Shit. This is bad . I quickly dial him back.
    “Good Morning, Guyer and Peterson psychology, this is Mason.”
    I twist my fingers in my mess of hair. “Mason, hi.”
    “Olivia?”
    “Yeah, I over-slept I’m so sorry.” I chew on my nails.
    “I gave you two days, Olivia. You had two days to clear your head and come back to work. I don’t think—”
    “I ran into Blade last night and he messed with my head.” I interrupt. It wasn’t entirely a lie. I did run into Blade, but he didn’t mess with my head... not like Seth did anyway.
    “You two are still over?”
    “Most definitely...”
    He exhales. “Can you get here in half an hour?”
    “I’ll be there in twenty.”
    I hang up and run to my room throwing on underwear, a pair of skinny jeans, a white silk blouse and a light blue cardigan. My hair is a bird’s nest because I slept with it wet and the brush rips through my knots. I pretty much cry as it causes my scalp to burn. I put on base foundation and some eye make-up. In my bag I throw in some tights and a tank top so I can go to the gym after work. Hopefully, Seth spends this morning in the gym and we can avoid an awkward run in later on.
    I run from the house and practically dive into my car. I’m in such a rush I don’t even bother putting a seat belt on and when I arrive at work my cheeks are slightly flushed from having to park ages down the street and sprint the rest of the way.
    “Olivia, you made