She shakes her head and says she’s fine. She tells me that she’s happy that she can make me feel as good as she did last night. “Actually, it made me excited to make you feel good.”
“I know what you mean. Making you come is sexy as hell, Pixie. It turns me on too.”
I pull her to me into our favorite spot. I’m exhausted. I need to sleep some after that. As we doze off together, I whisper, “Best. Weekend. Ever.”
Stella softly laughs.
Chapter Sixteen
STELLA
With Tuesday morning dawns the realization that the fun is over, and classes begin again. It started off as an emotional weekend but ended up being relaxing and romantic. Alex and I lazed around watching television, mostly football games, all weekend. Part of that time was spent kissing and touching. We also ate and talked. It was sort of perfect. Now that Tuesday’s here, reality has also set in. Time to get back to work.
Tuesday flies by. Actually, the entire week goes really well thanks to my routine. I go to class, go home, and work on my homework. I do my best to get everything done before Alex picks me up so I can hang out with my man. I giggle to myself when I think about calling him “my man.” He’s more than I ever hoped he’d be. He’s sweet, thoughtful, funny, kind, affectionate, and sexy—reallysexy.
He usually has homework too, so I can sit with him and read my psychology textbook or sketch while he works. Sometimes, we sit in companionable silence, and it doesn’t freak me out. I think I would worry if I just sat quietly with anyone else, but not with him. Every once in a while, he’ll rub my leg or squeeze my hand. Sometimes I’ll even lean over and kiss him on the lips. He has amazing lips. I’m careful not to get too into it though. I know he’s got to concentrate on his studies and the big game this weekend. When he’s not in class or with me, he’s practicing, working out, and watching film. He’s got even less time in the day to get things done than I do. I want him to focus.
Hank isn’t around very much. Since we’re usually at their place, I know he’s been hanging out at Lily’s. I’m sure part of it is to give us some privacy, but he may also use it as an excuse to go see her. According to Lily, her roommate is never home, so that works out. It won’t be long, though, until Lily and I get to live together. I’ll miss my evenings with Alex, but I’m sure we’ll see each other just as much. We haven’t fooled around yet this week. We’ve kissed a lot, and he’s always touching me. I think it’s okay that we haven’t done more. Besides, I’m not sure I’m ready for more just yet.
On Friday, Alex says he wants to give me something before I head up to my room for the night. “Here.” He hands me a purple shirt.
“What’s this?” I hold up the giant top. It looks like part of his uniform or something.
“It’s my away jersey. I want you to wear it to the game tomorrow,” he’s says, beaming.
“You want me to wear this? Why?”
“Why? Because you’re my girlfriend, Stella. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
“You do? You want people to know?” I look at him doubtfully.
“Stella, of course, I do. I wouldn’t have asked you to wear this if I didn’t.”
“I would love to wear your football top.”
He laughs. “Jersey. It’s a jersey, sweetness.”
I smile. I knew it was a jersey. Now that I know footballlingo a little better, I like to mess with him. He leans down and gives me a sweet good-night kiss.
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Wave to me from the stands; I’ll be watching for you, Stella.”
“I will. I hope you have a great game tomorrow. Kick their asses all over that court.” I laugh so hard I have to bend over. “I’m just messing with you. I know it’s a diamond.”
He laughs that beautiful laugh that fills me up. “I’ll do my best—not because I want us to beat Iowa but because I want to impress my girl.”
“I’m already impressed by everything about you. You don’t need to do anything special.”
“Let me walk you back to your room.”
He holds my hand all the way up to my floor and kisses my cheek at the door before telling me “sweet dreams,” just like he always does.
As I get ready to sleep, my phone dings. A night doesn’t pass that Alex doesn’t send me some type of a text.
Donnie: Good night, sweet Pixie. Sleep tight.
Me: You too. I had a great time with you this week. Good luck tomorrow! I’ll be cheering you on with all of my might!
Donnie:With all of your might? We can’t lose then, angel.
