His leg comes up and wraps around the top of my thigh. I can feel his heel near my ass. His dick is hard, but I think it’s always hard. I get it. Mostly, I am too. Hell, I’m slightly hard right now, for no reason at all.
Torin’s arms wrap around my shoulders, and I sink into him.He’s so warm. So soft. I let my fingers roam over his ribs, down to his hip.
“Am I too heavy?” I ask.
His arms tighten. “No. Stay like this. Please.”
I nod sleepily. Honestly, I love staying just like this. Pinning his body beneath mine. Feeling every inch of him, so I know when he’s relaxed or when his heart is racing and he’s uncomfortable. I can feel his body heat too.
As I’m falling asleep, I muse about how much I like Torin. Like… I might…likehim. More than a friend?
My eyes flutter open as the thought percolates. Have I ever enjoyed being with someone as much as I do Torin? Have I ever wanted to be with someone all the time like this? Is it normal to feel this way about your friends?
It occurs to me that maybe cuddling like this isn’t normal between friends, and that’s why I can’t picture Winny cuddling like this. Because friends don’t do this.
What does that mean? Are Torin and I more than friends? Do I want to be more than friends? I’ve never,neverbeen interested in someone at all for anything other than a quick, brief fuck. This is so completely new.
Chills break out over my body, and I grip Torin a little tighter. He sighs, his arms flexing around my neck, his fingers absently moving through the back of my hair.
It’s so soothing, so peaceful and perfect, it isn’t long before I fall asleep with these thoughts stewing about. I don’t hate it. Even if it feels a little confusing. Like I shouldn’t feel this way about a friend.
I wakeup to my alarm blaring. It’s far too loud. Why do I always leave it so loud? I roll over and blindly reach for my phone. It falls to the floor and I groan, whine, and practically cry. Quiet laughter behind me reminds me I’m not alone.
A grin covers my face as I stretch myself over the side of the bed to retrieve my phone and turn off the offending loud sounds. Setting it back on my nightstand, I roll over until I’m once again draped halfway on top of Torin.
“Why is your alarm going off right now?” he asks, snuggling into me.
I can feel the way he tries to keep his hips away. As if I can’t feel his hard cock poking my hip. “I have conditioning in a couple hours.”
“Conditioning?”
With a heavy sigh, I nod. “Yep. On days we don’t have practice, we usually still have conditioning. Working on different muscle groups.”
“I didn’t realize that.”
“Mmm,” I hum. “We don’t have to be there at a specific time, but I like to go mid to late morning. I can sleep in and wake up slowly and still have the day to myself after.”
“How long do you stay there?”
“Hour or two. Depends on what I’m doing or if I struggle. If I struggle, it means I’ve been neglecting that muscle group, and I should work a little harder at it.”
Torin nods.
“You can come if you want. Sometimes the guys bring their siblings or kids or friends to the gym.”
He huffs. “To show off how weak I am? No, thank you.”
I grin. “We all start somewhere. The only way to get stronger is to begin.”
His face presses into the side of mine. We lay in silence for a minute. Torin adjusts himself again and the press of his cockhead against my thigh moves away. Maybe I should roll to my side so he knows I’m hard, too. I almost always wake up hard. Since I hit puberty, it’s just been a thing. I’ve read that some people grow out of it but to date, at twenty-eight, I have not. It’s not a big deal.
“What’re you going to do today?” I ask.
Torin shrugs. “Probably should head home. At the very least, I need clean clothes.”
I frown. I mean, I get it. My clothesdo notfit Torin, and I don’t have any underwear to offer. “You can always stay here when you want to. An hour is a long way to drive after a night game. And… even if you just want to hang out without the reason of a late game.”
He smiles against my cheek. “Thanks. I don’t want to take up all your time, though. You have other friends and stuff.”
