“That’s it,” I say as I rub her through her orgasm. “Come for me like the good little girl I know you are.”
She moans and pants and begs for more, and I give it to her, not stopping until I’m spilling into the condom, and we’re both completely spent.
I collapse beside her, trying desperately to catch my breath.
I can’t move. Or at least I don’t want to move. This spot seems as good as any to die.
“That was ...” She laughs. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “Wow.”
That’s all I can manage.
I just had sex with Odette Chambers.
I wait for the panic to set in, but it never comes, and I’m not sure how to feel about that either.
Maybe I’m just so blissed out that I don’t care, and it’ll hit me in the morning. Or maybe I just don’t care anymore. I don’t know, but that’s a problem for Future Noah.
Odette slips from the bed, and I watch her go, loving how unashamed she is to waltz through the room stark naked. The moonlight glints off her curves, and I instantly want to drag her back to bed and fuck her all over again.
She comes back out a few minutes later, and I trade places with her. I get rid of the condom, then wash my hands before trudging back out to the bedroom.
She’s curled up on her side, her eyes half closed and a small smile on her lips. I slide in behind her, tugging her close.
“Never took you for the cuddling kind,” she says.
I’m usually not, but I don’t tell her that. She already has enough ammunition to use against me for a lifetime.
She rolls over and then lays her head on my chest.
The room falls quiet, and her breaths start to even out as exhaustion sets in.
I’m nearly asleep when a thought hits me.
“You awake still?” She makes a noise, telling me she is. “Were those dinosaurs kissing on your pajamas?”
I feel her smile against me. “They were.”
I chuckle, then kiss the top of her head. “Good night, Odie.”
“Good night, Noah.”
And I fall into the most peaceful sleep I’ve had in ages.
I’m unsure what I expected after sleeping with Odette, but an empty bed in the morning certainly wasn’t it.
I run my hand over the spot next to me.
Cold.
She’s been gone a while. I didn’t even feel her move. The last thing I remember is falling asleep with her in my arms.
I want to go back to that. I want to go back to having her beside me.
I sit up, dragging a hand over my face as I look around the room. The picture of my teammates with the Stanley Cup is knocked over, my pants are hanging off the windowsill, and my T-shirt is over by my adjoining bathroom.
The place is a mess, a giant reminder of what happened and the fact that I’m alone in the harsh light of day.
