I sit up and watch Miguel swing his legs over the side of the bed, silence the alarm, and stretch his arms over his head. The muscles in his back flex and a lightbulb goes off inside my head.
Complete with a little ding sound effect.
I want to lick them.
But wait, what did he say?
“You’re going for a run?”
“I always run in the morning. Except on race day.” He says as he stands and walks to his dresser.
“Am I supposed to come with you?” I ask, I wasn’t mentally ready for a run this morning. Nor do I have a sports bra, socks, shoes, or fucking shorts either.
“You can if you want to but I wasn’t expecting you to. This is, just, something I do.” He says simply.
“Okay, then I guess I’ll stay here? Or, maybe I’ll come with you? But, I don’t have running clothes with me.” I’m rambling and also realizing I need to brush my teeth, badly. I run my tongue under my lips and swallow hard.
“Laney, it’s alright. This will be a quick run and I’ll be back in an hour. I’ll stop for a toothbrush for you on my way back.” He winks and pulls on a pair of running shorts before reaching back into his drawer for a pair of socks.
Miguel walks past me into the bathroom and I stare at the ceiling.
I know I wanted this, I wanted to experience this with Miguel.
But now that I have him I’m not sure what to do.
He comes out of the bathroom as he pulls his hair back and kisses me on the forehead before walking out of the room. A few seconds later I hear the door open and close and I spring out of his bed and rush to the kitchen where I left my phone last night.
“Come on, pick up, pick up.” I mutter as I get to the third ring.
“Laney? What’s going on?” Dee’s sleepy voice finally greets me.
“I slept with him.” I whisper.
“Huh?”
“Miguel.” I say flatly because she should already know who I’m talking about.
“Laney, you called me, why are you calling me Miguel?”
“Dee, I slept with my coach, Miguel, last night.” I say at a regular volume. Hearing it confirmed in my own ears as the news reaches my best friend.
“Oh shit.” She says and all the sleep is gone from her voice.
“Yeah.” I agree.
“So?” She asks.
“I dunno.” I say with astonishment.
“But, like…” She ventures.
“Yeah.” I agree.
“And it was…” she leads.
“Unreal.”
“Yeah.” She says with a wistfulness only a person who has experienced a fantastic orgasm can. “Where are you now?”
