“Oh, God, I’m so sorry.” I attempt to scramble off of him. “Your poor legs, they must be asleep.”
“My lap is good. More than good, actually. Stay put. I like having you so close to me.”
“You do?”
“My poor, little Pixie,” he coos in a sweet voice. “I’m sorry. I’m clueless. I thought you were okay with the movie. I’m sorry I didn't stop it sooner.”
“It’s okay. It really is. I’m just childish about horror movies,” I admit. As I reassure him, I feel something hard between my legs. I try to stay completely still because I have no clue what to do. If I move, I could hurt him. He slides his hand that was on my lower back up to my cheek, then it goes to wrap it around the back of my neck beneath my hair. He uses his new position to pull my face closer to his.
“I’m going to kiss you now, babe.”
“Okay,” I whisper. Oh shit, he said “babe” again. Why does that word turn my body into molten lava?
He doesn’t start off tentatively when he kisses me this time. It starts off more passionate than earlier today. I don’t need for him to tell me to open my mouth. I do it on my own. I want this kiss as much as he does. The kiss gets deeper and more frantic, and I feel him get even harder beneath me. I have the urge to press into him, but I scoot away instead. He seems to get that I’m hesitating because he wraps his arms around my waist, and as he stands, he picks me up like I’m light. With my feet still off the ground, Alex slides his hands around to my bottom. “Wrap your legs around me, Stella.” I do as he asks as he begins to walk toward his bedroom.
“Alex?” He must sense how unsure I am.
“I’m just taking us into my room to lay on the bed. It’ll be more comfortable than that little love seat. I promise you we won’t do anything you aren’t ready for. I just want to hold you and kiss you. Okay?”
I believe him. I really do. “Okay."
Once we’re in his room, he sets me gently on his bed. “Scoot back and lie down. I promised you I’d play you some of LANY’s music.”
While he’s setting up his playlist, I take that opportunity to look around his room. I notice that he’s got the same desk that I do, the same closet, but he’s got a bigger bed. It’s longer and wider than mine. It makes sense since the guy is humongous.
“Here it is. It’s called ‘ILYSB.' It’s a great song.” He walks over to his bed and lies down, sliding his body next to mine before reaching over and pulling me close. He grabs his quilt and throws it over both of us. We lay and listen to the song.
“It’s beautiful,” I say.
It’s a simple song, but you can tell the guy means what he’s singing. It’s filled with heartfelt emotion.
“When I listen to this song, I think of you,” he says.
“You do?” My mouth feels dry, suddenly.
He nods in reply. I remain quiet, so I can hear the words “I Love You So Bad.” That’s what the letters stand for. Does heloveme? That can’t be possible. We just met. He pulls me closer until I rest my head on his chest. My head is in that perfect spot, the one between his shoulder and his chest. I swear it was made just for me. We fall asleep like that, listening to his music play softly in the background.
It’s early.I can tell because of the soft light coming from the window. Not only that, I feel well rested, probably due to the best sleep I’ve ever had. It takes me a few minutes to realize that I’m not in my own room. I feel a big arm wrapped around me and hear Alex snoring softly. It’s game day. I wonder what time he's supposed get to the stadium.
Before I wake him up, I take the opportunity to really look at him. I haven’t felt comfortable enough to do that before now. I notice that his facial hair has grown a lot overnight. He’s onhis back, but he’s got his arm beneath me while his other hand rests on his chest. His fingers are long and thick. I hold my hand close to his to compare them. His hand is, literally, twice the size of mine.
I feel a chill and look around for a blanket. We must’ve kicked the quilt off onto the floor during the night. Heat is radiating off the man, so I snuggle closer. Next, I look down his long body. The guy is built like a Greek god––or like I imagine a Greek god to look like. It’s obviously built for competition with the muscle definition on his arm and legs. Gah! I can’t believe I’m sleeping next to this guy. My eyes travel down his legs to his huge feet then back up to his shorts. Something is poking up. Oh dear, I know what it is. I’ve just never seen one firsthand. I stare at it for a few minutes and nearly choke when it moves. Oh my. I think it’s getting bigger!
“Pixie?”
Crap on a cracker. I hope he doesn’t realize I was staring at his, um, manhood. I pretend to be waking up. “Huh? What?” I say in a faux sleepy voice.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?”
“Me? Nothing. Why do you ask?”
“Well, you seemed pretty interested in my morning wood.” He grins.
Busted.
“What?” I practically choke on the words. “I was, uh, just looking for some water.”
Lies. All lies.
