“Well, we could always do something other than cuddle.” WTF. Why is he trying to bait me into doing or saying something I’m not ready to? He comes over to sit down on the other side of her, and I stretch to smack him upside the head.
“Hey, not fair. You know I am not the one into being punished.” He laughs at me, rubbing where I smacked him. I shoot him a look that solidly says Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Cassie is looking back at me now, confused and what looks like slight arousal at the mention of being punished. Her lips turned up in a mischievous smile. Hmm. That could be interesting.
“Well, I am going to turn in for the night. This jet lag sucks ass. I’ll see you two tomorrow.” He stretches, flexing his shirtless body. Why can’t this man ever be fully clothed? “Oh, and sweetheart. Doors unlocked if you decide you need a cuddle buddy.” With that wonderful remark, he leaves. Remind me tokick his ass tomorrow. It’s silent for a few minutes. Both of us seem unsure what to do or say.
“I’m going to just UBER home. I’ll come back and get my car tomorrow at some point.”
“Cassie, I told you are not leaving. It is late, and I want to make sure you are OK. I don’t trust these late-night UBER drivers.”
“It’s no big deal. I UBER late a lot nowadays.”
“Ok, how about this. Stay and watch a movie and sober up a bit, then we can get you an UBER if you still want to go home.”
“OK, fine.” Good, I'm glad she agreed to something, even though there is no way in hell she is leaving. Geeze, she is stubborn. I stand and grip her chin, tilting her face up to look at me.
“Good girl,” I smirk. I didn’t think her body could blush even brighter, but damn, it could. Her eyes go wide, her pupils so big her eyes look almost black. Oh yeah, she definitely likes being called a good girl. I release her chin and start walking toward my kitchen.
“Want anything to drink?” I realized I have literally nothing here except a few canned goods. Shit. I need to go grocery shopping tomorrow. She is still staring at me. She quickly clears her throat and looks back to the TV.
“Water would be great. Thanks.”
When I get back with our waters, she is flipping through the movies on the TV when she crosses over the 50 Shades of Gray series. She stops with the image on the screen—the image showing Christian pinning Anastasia up against the wall. Cassie is just staring at it. A few moments pass, and then she looks up at me to grab her glass. She gulps down over half of it in one sip.
“Have you ever watched this?” she asks, glancing back at the image on the TV. Watched it? Hell, some of the women I have been with wanted to role-play it.
“Yeah, I’ve seen the whole trilogy.” I did watch them all; it wasn’t a bad trilogy. I found some inspiration in some of the toys they use. Shit, speaking of it, I need to find that black bag. It has all my spicy stuff in it. Thankfully, she hasn’t opened it because that would have been a whole ass awkward conversation.
Hi Cass, thanks for helping clean my apartment. Don’t mind the whips, cuffs, clamps, and floggers. Oh, and just ignore the mask. It is definitely for Halloween. Haha
Yeah, I don’t know what would happen after that. I especially don’t want to have that conversation with Jayme here. He would feed into it. He wants me to tell her about FoxDen and everything else. I must have spaced out because when I glance over at Cassie, she is staring at me with her head tilted like a confused puppy.
"What’s on your mind, Lucian? You were deep in thought. I suggested a sappy romance movie, and you didn’t even bat an eye."
"Nothing. Just thinking about how I need to go grocery shopping tomorrow. I hate grocery shopping. You wanna go with me?"
"Sure. I’ll come back round 10 A.m. We can get breakfast?" Ah, it’s so cute how she thinks she is leaving.
"Or, again, you could just sleep here. I can wash your clothes, so you’ll have fresh ones to wear tomorrow."
"Ok, fine, since you keep hounding me on it. Can I borrow a shirt and a pair of shorts to sleep in?" She wants to wear my clothes. Why does that make me feel all giddy inside? She’s worn my hoodies before, but now this is different.
“Yeah, of course. Be right back.” I run to the bedroom, quickly changing into a pair of basketball shorts and a T-shirt. Then proceed to find one of my favorite T-shirts and a pair of basketball shorts for her. Holding them up I think they might be too baggy on her, so I also grab her a pair of my boxers. Justin case she would rather wear those. Girls still wear boxers as shorts sometimes, right? Jesus, it’s been so long since I’ve been in any form of relationship with a woman other than casual sex. Not saying this is a relationship. Fuck, is that what I want? My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on my door.
“Did you get lost? You have been in here like 10 minutes.” Shit, has it been that long. I swear I lose track of time when I’m thinking about her now.
“Uh, no. Just wanted to make sure I got stuff that would fit you. Here.” I shove the bundle of clothes toward her, and she grabs it hesitantly. “It’s my favorite shirt, and there is a pair of basketball shorts, but they might be too big. So, I grabbed a pair of my boxers, too. Don’t worry, they are clean.” I laugh, damn it, Lucian, why are you acting so weird?
“Thanks.” She smiles up at me, and my heart starts doing that stupid, flippy thing again. I just stand there, smiling down at her. “Um, I’m going to get dressed.”
“Here, you can just change in here. Just drop all your clothes by the laundry room door, and I’ll take care of them. She nods as I walk past her and head to the door. Our arms brush as I pass, and I could have sworn I heard a little gasp from her.
I sit back on the couch and wait for her. I decide just to put on a random comedy I know she loves. A few minutes later she comes out to the front room, and I am dumbstruck. She looks beautiful. No makeup, hair in a messy bun, and wearing my... shit, she is wearing my boxers and the t-shirt. Fuck, why does it make her look even hotter wearing my clothes? I have been staring at her for probably too long because she clears her throat.
“All my clothes are by the laundry room. Even the ones from cleaning earlier. They are coated in dust.”
“Good girl,” I say. She blushes again from the praise, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before she walks over to the couch.
She plops down next to me. I put my arm back around her like it is second nature at this point, and she leans into my side. This feels amazing. I’m lost in her scent again, thinking about all the different times over the years where there might have been signs of these feelings and I just brushed them off, just thinking I was overthinking it. The movie is over before I know it, and she is getting up to leave. Fuck, do I follow her to bed? She did say we could share it.
