"Jake, I don't really feel like it, you can totally go though.” She puts her book down and looks at me.

I'm still standing by the door. I haven't moved closer to her. It's too damn tempting.

"It's cool, honestly, I'd rather just stay with you.” I tell her, because it's the truth.

She smiles a small smile. "I have like, two chapters of this book left, and then can we go?"

I smile and nod.

Then we're just looking at each other.

No one saying anything.

And I realize I should probably be going and leaving her to read, but I don't want to leave, because I'm a fucking creeper.

She must somehow know this because she rolls her eyes just slightly, and lifts the covers of the bed on one side.

It's an invitation.

And I'm sure as shit going to accept.

I know a huge grin is smeared on my face, but I don't care.

I walk over to the bed, but then I realize I'm still in my gym gear and I smell like sweat covered asshole.

"I think I should take a shower first,” I tell her.

"Okay,” she says, and continues to read her book.

I get in and out of the shower in 1.3 minutes flat. As I'm drying off I remember that I don't have any clothes.

Shit.

I can't get back in my sweat covered asshole clothes, so I put the towel around my waist and think.

If I leave this room, I can go down and outside, then through the house to my room, but if my parents and Ju-ju are home then I have to explain why I'm stepping in from outside in nothing but a towel.

Shit.

I could climb out the window, jump the roofs, and hope that my window is open. This sounds like a better plan unless my neighbors see and call the cops because a fricken creeper is on the roof of the house in nothing but a towel.

I go for option A, surely it makes more sense.

I step out of the bathroom, in nothing but a towel and she automatically looks up at the sound. She does a double take when she sees me.

Her eyes go wide and her mouth opens a little. Her breathing catches and she starts to blush. I stand here for a few seconds. Internally, I'm fucking fist pumping the air celebrating.

Because I'm a douchebag.

When she finally looks away, we speak at the same time.

I say, "I don't have any-"

She says, "Top drawer of my dress-"

Then we laugh a small nervous laugh together.

I walk to her dresser and see my boxers and a plain white shirt. It's the one I gave her the first night she stayed with me.

While I dress, boxers under towel, shirt on, towel off, I see her eyeing me. When I'm done I look at her, but she looks away too quickly. She was watching me dress.

More internal fist pumping.

After I'm dressed, I crawl under the covers with her. It's warm from her body heat, and I'm a little cold. Okay, not really, but whatever excuse to be close to her.

She's back to her reading her book, facing the other way, when I try to get settled. I can see the red still coloring the tips of her ears.

I come in close to her and spoon her as she reads. She tenses on impact, but then relaxes a little. I don't even care that I'm hard and she can feel it. I just want to be near her.

Once my arms are around her, I hear a small moan escape her mouth. I'm hoping I didn’t imagine it.

I must fall asleep holding her because I get woken by her turning in my arms. By the time I register what’s happening and open my eyes, she’s looking right at me, inches from my face.

***

*Mikayla*

God, he looks so fricken good it should be illegal.

He's got those tired sleepy eyes and he's blinking trying to focus. When he finally does, his lips turn up at the corners and his voice is scratchy. "Hey, beautiful,” he says, and I swear to god I legit swoon.

I move to get out of bed and start getting ready.

"In a minute, just wait…" his arms tighten around me and his head is in the crook of my neck. My hands go around him, holding the back of his head.

The position is so intimate. Like we're more than this. Whatever it is we are. And for a second, I close my eyes and imagine that this could be our life.

But only for a second.

His breathing changes and a tiny moan escapes him, then his nose is running down my jaw towards my mouth and my breath catches.

His hand on my waist moves lower down the side of my body, to my hips, lower again, past my ass and onto my bare thighs. I'm only wearing boy shorts and I don't think he knew because the second his fingers skim my skin, he sucks in a breath, holds it, then lets it out so fricken slowly it warms my neck.

Then, his hands tighten on my thigh and he brings it over his legs so he's hardness is touching me and I can tell how badly he wants me.

My eyes close and his breath shortens and I thrust into him just once so he knows that I want him too.

So fucking bad.

The next second his mouth is open and on my neck, and I feel the heat from it causing heat somewhere else.

Our joined parts are moving together, so slowly, intimately, almost imperceptibly, but it feels huge, and I'm not just talking about his junk.

I feel my body tingle with the sensation and I throw my head back causing his mouth to go lower, to my collarbone, down to the swell of my breasts, and he's kissing and sucking and licking and oh god, I want him so fucking bad. I want all of him. Right now.

I moan out loud with the pleasure of him, of what he's doing. "Holy shit, Jake. What are you doing to me?" I say, because I can't fucking control what comes out of my mouth when he does these things to me.