“Well that settles it.” He brushes his hands together like he’s cleaning them off. “I’m sleeping here.” He sits on my floor pulling the blankets over his legs.
“No. You aren’t.”
“Yes, I am.”
Why does God punish me?
“No, you aren’t. Get in the bed.” This man is impossible! Regardless of how angry I am, I can’t let one of our athletes sleepon the floor the night before his competition. I may not be as obsessed about the Winter Games as some people, but I’m not cruel either.
He doesn’t move. “I’m not sleeping on the bed while you sleep on the floor. My mother might not like you, but it doesn’t mean I’m not a gentleman.”
“Wait, your mother doesn’t like me?” When did she tell him?
Oliver pulls back the sheets on my bed. “Don’tworry about it. She doesn’t like anybody.” He slides under the covers. “I’m only staying here if you get in with me.”
How is it I always seem to find myself in crazy situations? I only hope one day it will work out in my favor. I’ll win the lottery or something.
“Fine, but I have to put on pajamas.” Big thick ones to provide a buffer between Oliver and me if we’re expected to share my twinsized bed. I also plan to take a long ass time. Maybe he’ll be asleep by the time I get done in the bathroom.
Even though I take more than twenty-five minutes brushing my teeth, combing my hair, and changing into pajamas, Oliver is wide awake, his head propped up against the pillow along the backboard when I finish.
Resigned to my fate, I stroll over to the bed and act as calm and casual aspossible. My heart feels like it wants to die and I might have a heart attack in the middle of the night, but I look calm on the outside and that’s all that matters. I test the bed by setting my butt lightly on the edge and then put my feet over.
“I won’t bite, you know,” Oliver says adjusting his pillow and lying flat on the bed.
That’s what I’m sad about. I mean…of course he won’t. Pretendinglike I have no idea what he means, I stick my nose in the air and then lay my body ramrod straight on my pillow, making sure there’s as much of the bed between us as possible. It’s a difficult task considering this bed is meant for one, but I’m still mad. Half my leg hangs off the bed and there’s no way I can sleep this way, but I refuse to admit defeat.
“Do I get a good night kiss?” He asks,holding his head up with an arm and smiling in my direction.
“A good night kiss?” First he tells me he likes me, then he gets caught with another girl in his room, then I find out the pictures are fake, and now he wants a goodnight kiss. “Okay fine.”
Don’t judge me. If you were lying in bed with a hot pro athlete, you’d agree too. Besides, the faster we get this done, the faster we can go tosleep.
Oliver leans closer and instinctively my eyes close. His lips tentatively touch against mine, testing and tasting. The kiss deepens, and I’m pretty sure it’s me who does the deepening. He opens his mouth and mine follows, his tongue running along my teeth. Something at the core of my belly flip flops with anticipation. My hands wish to reach out and feel his bare chest, but I hold back.
Then as quickly as it happened, Oliver pulls away. He kisses me one last time, a quick peck on my shocked and closed mouth. “Good night, Kenny.”
Good night? That’s it?
He rolls over, puts his back to me, and wraps the covers around his shoulder. “Can you turn off the lights?”
I slip out of bed and pad across the room with my bare feet, flicking off the light switch. What in the heck just happenedhere?
