I laughed at the thought. “My place it is.”
Chapter 26
I wokeup with my sheets twisted around my legs. My pillow smelt like Weston’s bar soap. For a moment, I laid still and stared at my ceiling. It was Saturday. One day before the first game of the season. I assumed Weston left early to go do whatever players did to prepare their bodies for game day.
When I finally turned on my side, I saw Weston’s sweater hanging over the back of my desk chair. I pushed myself up and spotted one of his shoes near a clothes pile. The other was right near my bed’s edge.
Unless Weston was roaming around campus shirtless and shoeless, he was still in my apartment. Shirtless and shoeless in my apartment. Roaming... with Taylor around.
As if cued, I heard a bubbly giggle coming from the kitchen paired with a familiar deep voice. With blaring speed, I untangled myself from my sheets. I paused for a quick moment to yank on a t-shirt and pair of yoga pants before hurrying out my door.
In the kitchen, Weston leaned against our island like he did this every morning. He had one of my Disney mugs in hand. I watched him take a sip of whatever Taylor had put in there. She stood on the other side of the island in her thin, pink nightgown. She twisted her hair in a bun while telling Weston a story I’d heard a million times over.
“Oh, morning, Coco,” Taylor stopped short when she saw me. She genuinely looked surprised to see me in our apartment. I almost scoffed.
Weston smiled at me and looked a little more awake when I came to his side.
“Morning.” He nudged his nose in my hair.
I let him pull me against him. “Hey.”
Taylor cleared her throat. When we didn’t acknowledge her immediately, she let out a nervous laugh. I heard her turn to the refrigerator as she started looking for some breakfast. Weston kept his voice low, trying to create some form of privacy.
“I didn’t want to wake you.” He tilted his mug towards me. “I think this is poison.”
I stifled a giggle. “No, just organic. Taylor’s on a cleanse.”
“I bet.” Weston placed the mug on the table and reached up to touch my cheek. “You always this tempting when you just wake up, Cove?”
Taylor dropped something. A loud clash banged in the background. We glanced in her direction to make sure she was okay. She smiled and waved her hands as if to say, “Just pretend I’m not here.”
Weston raised his eyebrows, unimpressed, and turned back to me. “I have to get ready for the game tomorrow.”
I nodded and closed my eyes when he kissed my forehead.
“Will you be there?” There was hope in his tone.
“Yes,” I told him with a smile.
“Can you do something for me?”
My forehead wrinkled. I half-expected, half-hoped that he’d ask me to do something regarding his coaches. I’m not sure what, but I’d do anything if it could make his life easier.
“Of course.” I nodded.
He pressed his thumbs on both of my cheeks. “I’m number 24.”
I frowned. “Okay…?”
“Cute,” Taylor piped in. She’d collected all the disarrayed pots and spread them out on the table. I must have still looked confused because she continued, “All the football players' girlfriends wear their guy’s numbers. Usually their jersey but makeup would be cute. Different.”
I looked at Weston for confirmation.
Weston tugged me in for another kiss on the forehead. He looked slightly uncomfortable at Taylor’s comment. “Relax, Covee. You’re a free woman. It was just a request. Not an order. Definitely not a title.”
“Right.” I smiled up at him and watched as he left to get his sweater and shoes.
Taylor mouthed, “So hot.”
