Best. Sleep. Ever.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Zade
I’d spent my first night with a girl. Like, the whole night and instead of freaking the fuck out, I relished it. I woke up with her legs sprawled around me, her hair in my face and her lips right next to mine. I found her clock without waking her up. It sat on her tiny night stand next to a picture of her and Greta from years ago. It barely read seven.Perfect.
I slid out from under her and used the bathroom. I had an hour before I needed to be at the field and I wanted to enjoy that hour. She stirred in her sleep a little bit when I came back. Fuck if I didn’t want to wake up to this view every day. Her ass was bare to the world, perfect and tight. Her toned back stretched in a way that had me questioning if practice wasthatimportant.
“Are you creeping on me?” Her mumbled voice came from the pillow. “Watching people sleep is a red flag. I think it’s the first sign of a serial killer.”
“Um no, nut job. It’s not at all. I got distracted by your ass.” I walked up and smacked it before lying next to her. I put my boxers on because I needed to calm down and, also, I didn’t know if my dick would handle being close to her again without waking up. He’d never let me down before, but last night had tested every limit.
“Then that makes it okay, I guess.” She rolled onto her side and wiped the sleep from her eyes. She glowed. I remembered my mom saying something to my sister once and it perfectly applied to Callie.You shouldn’t have people think you look different without makeup—they should be wowed when you wear it. It should be an accessory, not a part of you.Callie didn’t need it. Ever. Her round eyes held dark lashes that framed her face in the most flattering way.
“You are beautiful in the morning.” I kissed her forehead and got a smack in the chest. “What the hell?”
“You. This. Us. Everything.” She grinned, dimples and all. “You’re laying it on thick and I’m eating it up. I don’t know what that says about us.”
“Who the fuck cares?” That earned me another smile and I pulled her into my arms. “I have to head to the field in an hour. Want to grab breakfast?”
“Sure. I’m famished.” She patted her stomach and rolled from my embrace. She threw on a pair of black spandex things and slipped jeans over them. She never once checked her reflection in the mirror or asked what I thought about her outfit. It was a sure sign of confidence that I admired the hell out of.
“I feel kind of slutty.” I pointed to the outfit I’d worn the night before. “Same clothes. Screams walk of shame.”
“Youwouldknow. But if the lucky gal is with you, is it really shameful?”
“Good question. I think not.” I pulled on the end of her crazy hair and smiled. “I never got around to telling you last night how much I loved your hair.”
“I can tell. You always touch it.” She laughed at my baffled expression and threw on a plaid flannel over her Sox shirt. “I’m handling the morning after better than you. Is it safe to say you haven’t done it before?”
“Very safe to say. And that I’m enjoying it thus far.”
“Good. You dork.” She grabbed her phone and keys and patted me on the face before leaving the room. “Shall we?”
“You’re awful chipper.” I followed her out of the room and blinked in shock as Greta sat on the couch with an annoyingly large smile. It surprised me how it didn’t break her face.
“Morning.” That one word held so many damn things. Color flooded my cheeks and Callie gave her a death stare. I nodded at her.Fuck.This is awkward.
“Good lord. She knew,” I said to Callie as we walked hand in hand to the café after escaping Greta’s knowing grin.
“Oh yeah. She totally knew. That’s okay, though.” She shielded the sun with her hand and wiggled her eyebrows at me. “I walked in on her going at it with a guy yesterday. She owed me.”
“I guess she did.”
“How are you doing?” Her question confused me.Ishould be asking her how she felt. “Don’t get all grumpy at me. I wanted to make sure my player is still in the game.”
Her player.I liked that. “I do recall you asking if I wanted to see your favorite base. I would’ve thought that would’ve been first, with Paul Konerko playing there.”
“Excellent point. However, you showed me quite quickly that I am a fan of homeruns now.” She blushed and I pulled her in for a kiss. “You and your mouth. Mm.”
“Why can’t I get enough of you?” I asked to no one in particular. But she answered anyway.
“It’s because I’m awesome. True story.” She giggled and held the door to the café for me. “After you, dear.”
I smiled and my chest tightened. It must have been hunger pains.Right?
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