Weston chuckled. “I guess. Did you need something?”
“Isn’t there a scrimmage today?” Taylor blurted out. “Kevin invited a few of my friends. That was before we went separate ways, of course. He said I’m still free to come, though.”
I felt myself cringe. Suddenly, Taylor was just like me, flustered in the face of uncertainty. It was slightly comforting to know a beautiful girl like her still stumbled now and then.
“Kevin, right.” Weston nodded and thought before asking, “What’s your name again?”
I winced with secondhand embarrassment and slipped underneath my blanket. Taylor desperately wanted to be in with these guys. She desperately wanted to be in with Weston. And here he was, shirtless, in my bedroom while asking her name. I’d be lying if I said that part didn’t make me childishly amused.
“Taylor,” she said in a flat tone. She added a huff. A literal huff. I almost laughed.
“Taylor, of course,” Weston said with a nod. “Now, you needed something?”
Taylor was quiet for a moment. “I beg your pardon?”
“You knocked,” he reminded her as he pointed to the door. “I answered. See where this was going?”
“Right.” She let out a shaky laugh. “I was just looking for Coco. She’s… here, right?”
“She’s a little busy,” Weston told her. “I can take a message.”
“No worries,” Taylor said in an upbeat voice. “I’ll just talk to her later. See you at the scrimmage.”
“Yeah, maybe.” Weston waited for her to head back towards the kitchen before closing the door. Once we were alone, he turned to me and said, “You let her call you Coco, but I’m not allowed to call you Cove?”
I finally let out my laugh. Weston shook his head in disbelief.
“That girl is odd.”
“You really didn’t remember her name?” I raised one eyebrow.
“Covee, I still don’t know it,” he confessed. “I know she just told me, but it went in one ear and out the other. I don’t care.”
I couldn’t help but laugh again. “Are you that self-involved that you can’t remember who you meet?”
“I remember the ones important to me.”
His defense made my stomach jump. Important to him. I was on that list. It was a throwaway comment for him. To me, it meant everything.
Chapter 17
Post-orgasm always mademe want to curl up and sleep. Since I had never climaxed with another person, it was no problem to simply drift off. But with Weston here, I fought off sleep. The plan was to ask if he wanted to go further. I wanted to go further. I was already getting wet again at the idea of him inside of me.
Before I could open my mouth to ask for more, Weston’s phone went off. He scanned my floor, searching for where it must have dropped while we started going at it. I frowned when he picked up a phone that wasn’t ringing and slipped it into his pocket. He found another one underneath his discarded t-shirt. Two phones. Interesting.
“Hey,” Weston answered. His voice sounded stiff. I tried to read his expression, but he turned away from me to whisper the next part into his phone. “I thought I told you not to call this phone.”
I frowned and held my blanket tightly against my chest. As connected as I felt before, I now felt billions of light-years away from him.
He walked back towards my desk and placed a hand on the back of my chair. For the remainder of the call, he did nothing but grunt out sounds of agreement and affirmation.
“Yeah, I’ll be there. Bye,” he finally told the person on the other line. Once he hung up, he let out a breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. The moment didn’t last for long, and I’m sure I wasn’t supposed to even see it.
When Weston turned back to me, his expression looked normal. Not a line in sight on his forehead.
“Do you have to somewhere to be?” I asked, but it was more of me giving permission.
“Not if you don’t want me to. Fuck the scrimmage.”
