“Nope.” He’s leaning in the doorway, arms crossed. His sleep pants hang low on his waist. His shirt lifts, thanks to his crossed arms, giving me a view of a V I’m kind of surprised to see. He’s always wearing a baggy hoodie, so I haven’t had the chance to really see what his body looks like.
I do now, and I take in his lean frame. He’s not stacked, but he’s not skinny, that’s for sure. He has some muscles.
He’s hot. Like, really hot. I mean, I already knew that, but this just adds to the appeal.
And now my dick is waking up for a whole new reason. Damn it.
“You okay?” Blake’s brows furrow.
“Not at all.” I chuckle, then groan. “I think I’m hungover. No. I know I’m hungover.”
“I was afraid of that.” He grimaces. “I wanted to help, but honestly, I don’t know anything about hangovers.”
“Electrolytes.” I sigh. “And ibuprofen.”
“Huh,” Blake hums. “I actually have both.”
He goes to leave, but I stop him. “Wait! What time is it?” I start to panic. “I have practice at seven.”
“It’s six. You have time. But Cooper, I’m not sure if you’re in the best shape to be doing anything right now.”
“Have to.” I force myself to my feet. “Can’t afford to piss off the coach. I don’t think there’s enough time for me to go to my place to shower and change. Do you think you could drive me to school? I don’t think I can drive.”
“Yeah, of course. Um, if you want, you can shower here. Borrow something of mine to wear? I don’t think you’d fit my jeans, but I have some sweats.”
“Really?” I say with relief. “That would be amazing. Thank you.”
He nods. “Bathroom is down the hall. Towels are on the rack behind the door.”
“You’re the best.” I groan, feeling like a zombie as I make my way down the hall. I find the bathroom and lean against the doorframe. “Blake.” I look back.
“Yeah?” He looks so shy, so innocent. I feel bad that he was forced to take care of me. I’m not really a drinker, just last night I needed something to make sure I kept my hands off him, so I didn't make a mistake and scare him off.
“Thanks for taking care of me last night.” I give him a soft smile. “Sorry you had to do that.”
“It’s okay.” He chuckles, and god, that smile. There it is again. “Happy to help a friend out.”
Friends. Aha! I knew we would become besties. Chuckling, I grin before slipping into the bathroom.
The shower helps wash away some of the grossness, but I still feel like trash when I get out.
Blake knocks on the door as I wrap the towel around my waist. “Hey, I have a change of clothes for you.”
Opening the door, steam bellows out. Blake stands there, clothes in hand, hands over his eyes.
“I’m covered,” I assure him, amusement showing in my tone.
He lowers his hand and looks. “No, you’re not.” He glares at me.
“Well, the naughty parts are.” I laugh. “Thanks.” I take the clothes and shut the door.
Finished drying off, I start to change and laugh softly when I see a pair of his boxers. Batman. Cute.
I slip them on and then the sweatpants. I’m usually not one to wear another man’s underwear, but I’m not going commando today.
Pulling the shirt over my head, I find it a bit snug, but it works.
I find Blake in his room. I stop dead, frozen in place, when I see him bent over, pulling on his boxers. He’s naked, his bare ass on display.
