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cry out his name, and God's, while she writhed through her orgasm before hauling my peeping-Tom-dumbass back to my room. My empty room, where I could still hear her moans. It was going to be a long night.
    I undressed down to my boxer briefs then climbed into bed. There was no choice but to pull out my cock, and try and ease the pressure. I was so hard it was painful. Of course I imagined it was me with Lauren instead of him. And it would have been me if I hadn't been so goddamn late tonight..
    …
    I woke up a few hours later to the unpleasant sounds of someone throwing up. I looked at the clock, which said it was closing in on four a.m. The retching paused, then started up again. Shit, it was probably Lauren, and Caleb was no doubt sleeping right on through.
    I climbed out of bed, found some sleep pants to pull over my boxers, then headed down to the hall bathroom that we shared.
    How was it possible for her to be beautiful even when she was kneeling over a toilet? Her long blonde hair was loose and mussed from sleep, and she was wearing nothing other than Caleb’s black wife-beater, that I could see.
    Pulling my eyes from her, I went back into motion, finding a washcloth and running cool water over it in the sink. I raised her hair, holding it up off her neck so I could lay the cloth across it, and simultaneously keep it from getting puked on. Lauren looked up at me, then quickly away. 
    “W-what are you doing here?” she asked. 
    “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
    “No. I mean … you live here?”
    “Yeah," I sighed. "Unfortunately.”
    “Oh God. So you heard-?” she started to ask, then vomited again. I didn’t bother answering her question. The answer was obvious, so I just held her hair out of the way.
    When she seemed to be finished I helped her up and got out the mouthwash for her.
    “I’ll give you a few minutes, but I'll be out here if you need anything,” I told her, before shutting the bathroom door to give her some privacy.
    A little while later she came out, eyes downcast, her face pale, and body trembling.
    “Do you want to crash on the sofa? It’s right across from the bathroom, you know, just in case.” I also didn't like the thought of her climbing back in Caleb's bed.
    “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” she agreed. One of her arms was wrapped protectively around her waist, and the other was tugging the hem of his shirt down to cover more skin.
    “I’ll be right back, let me see if I can find you some pajama bottoms."
    “Thanks,” she said softly.
    I grabbed a pair of pants from my dresser, then headed back to the living room. Lauren had curled up in a ball on the couch. She looked so small, and incredibly pitiful.
    “Here you go.”
    She stood up and pulled them on while I grabbed a blanket and pillow from the hall closet. When I came back I lifted her head to put the pillow under her, then covered her with the blanket.
    “Thanks Tyler,” she whispered, looking up at me with an expression that almost brought me to my knees. She looked so sad and embarrassed, but the worst part was that she looked so grateful. From what she'd told me about her home life, she'd probably never had anyone take care of her before.
    My fingertips glided over her gorgeous face, brushing her hair back, and making her eyes flutter closed for a second before opening again.
    “So, my best friend huh?” I asked.  
    She placed her hand over top of mine and gave it a squeeze.
    “I’m sorry. I had no idea he was your friend, and you were late. I thought you'd stood me up." 
    “Yeah, a hell of a rush hour wreck I couldn’t get away from,” I told her, unable to stop touching her.
    “You’re a good guy, Tyler.”
    Her words finally had me pulling my hand away, and backing up a few steps. “Yeah, but not as good as Caleb, apparently.”
    I started heading back to my room before I did or said something I'd regret. “Let me know if you need anything,” I told over my shoulder.
    I laid