Chapter Eight
Jillian
When I woke up alonein Hutch’s bed on Monday morning, I was a little confused at first. We had finished watching the Netflix documentary after he cleaned up the broken beer bottle in his kitchen, and started on another one before we both decided we should get to bed since we had an early morning. I just thought when my alarm went off at six, he would still be sleeping.
I certainly hadn’t thought he would end up giving me an orgasm or eating me out last night. That put me off-guard. In a good way of course. Hutch was different from any other guy I had met. I wanted to bring him out of his shell, help him experience things he had never done before, but that was all going to be on his terms. When he was ready.
I also wanted to be the first girl to give him a blowjob.
I smiled to myself thinking about that as I pushed the covers off to climb from the bed. Hutch liked to keep his apartment below zero, and I was freezing now that I was now longer wrapped under the blankets. I made my way toward the bathroom to shower before I had to head off to ballet practice.
The bathroom was small with just a shower stall, a sink, and toilet, but it was clean just like the rest of the apartment. I took a fast shower, washed my hair and body before I wrapped my hair up in a towel. I brushed my teeth, dried my hair off, and secured it in a tight bun for class. I lathered on some of my lotion that I liked to wear, cleaned up anything I had left behind, and as I was walking back to put on some clean clothes, Hutch was making his way back into the apartment, looking like a girl’s wet dream come true.
He must have come from a workout because he was dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts and sneakers, his muscles sweaty and exposed. I let my eyes roam over his perfectly toned body, right down to the V that pointed toward the dick he had yet to let me see before I met his brown eyes. They had a hard look about them. “Good morning.” Hutch’s voice sounded clipped.
“Good morning,” I greeted him back. “I figure by the way you’re dressed you were at the gym?” I asked.
“There’s one in my parents’ basement.” He ran his hand through his sweaty hair. “It’s not much, but it does the job.” Hutch finished off the water he held tightly in his fist. “Sleep alright?” He capped the bottle and placed it gently on the counter.
I clutched at the dirty shirt he let me sleep in last night. “Like a baby. You have the most comfortable bed in America,” I teased just to watch his ears turn pink. Cuddling up to Hutch was probably turning into one of my most favorite things, but I left that part out. He seemed a little on edge this morning, but I wasn’t sure why. “You okay?” I pushed.
“Fine,” he answered quickly. “Just need a shower.”
I nodded. “Sure, I’ll just get dressed and be on my way.” I didn’t want to upset him more than he already was. I turned to move back to where my bag was, but I felt Hutch’s hand on my elbow. When I looked up, his eyes had softened.
“Come here.” He tugged me closer until I was pressed against his chest. Hutch leaned down so that he could press his lips to mine. “Don’t think you’re leaving without me, Jills.” His voice sent shivers throughout my body.
“I wasn’t—”
He shook his head. “I’ll only be a couple of minutes,” Hutch assured me before tilting my head up with his index finger. “Coffee should be ready by now.” He dropped a kiss to my forehead before he walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
I could not figure this guy out.
I knew Hutch liked me. It was obvious in the way he looked at me, kissed me, and the way he made me come last night, but this morning? He was acting super strange. I thought about this as I changed into a clean pair of purple tights, a matching leotard and skirt, before I slipped on a pair of white sneakers, making sure my ballet slippers were in my bag before I zipped it up. I carried my bag into the kitchen, placing it on the chair before my gaze moved to two travel mugs sitting on the counter. What time did Hutch get up in the morning? Did he actually sleep at night or was that an act?
I had so many things I wanted to ask him, but knew I couldn’t do that. Hutch had to be the one to tell me. It was obvious he had been hurt before. He was scared about the sex thing, but only when it came to be on the receiving end. I knew, from the rumors, that he had once been an outgoing football player, but something had happened to change him, but no one seemed to know what exactly happened. Not even Patrick had any insight on that.
“Ready?”
I jumped at the sound of Hutch’s voice, not having heard him walk in. He was already dressed in a tight-fitting white t-shirt, blue jeans, and his work boots. “That has to be the fastest shower in the world,” I commented.
“Told you I would be quick.” He opened both travel mugs and glanced over his shoulder at me.. “Do you want to take any coffee with you?”
I shook my head. “I’m good, but thank you. Coffee just makes me have to pee a lot during practice.” I moved to wrap my arms around Hutch’s waist. “You smell good.” Like soap and whatever aftershave he had put on. Heaven.
