“Perfect. We can shower this chlorine off, then play a few rounds of Mario Kart before bed. You can borrow something of mine to wear.”
“Okay.” His eyes dart towards mine. I grin, shooting him a wink. And the blush that never fails makes its way onto his cheeks.
I’m far too excited about this sleepover with Blake. I know nothing is going to happen, I’m just happy I don’t have to say goodbye to him tonight.
Now, what I wasn't thinking about was the sleeping arrangement.
I’d gladly sleep on the floor and give him the bed.
Chapter 12
Blake
“Dad is staying over at his girlfriend’s tonight, so we have the place to ourselves,” Cooper says as we enter the house. He flicks the light on, illuminating a space that's quickly become the only place I feel at ease, apart from my house.
“Oh.” The idea of being alone with Cooper sends a flutter to my stomach. Whether in unease or excitement, I’m not quite sure.
“Is that okay?” Cooper looks at me over his shoulder, dropping his football bag onto the floor.
“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”
The corner of his lips kick up, and there it is, that smile that makes my heart race just a bit faster.
“No reason.” He chuckles.
I follow him into the kitchen. He heads right to the fridge, grabbing something to eat.
“Really?” I huff out a soft laugh. “We just ate.”
“Yeah, but that was like a half hour ago. Gotta have my nighttime snack.” He winks before taking a bite of whatever kind of sandwich is on the plate. “Fuckkk,” he moans, the sound adding to the already odd plethora of sensations I’ve felt tonight. “Hope Dad didn’t need this for work. It’s so good.”
“Cooper,” I grumble, lightly shoving him out of the way. “You can’t just come here and eat your dad’s food.”
Grabbing things out of the fridge, I work on replacing the sandwich this big caveman is eating.
“You don’t have to do that.” Cooper swallows.
“Well, if this is your dad’s lunch for tomorrow, I don’t want him to go without, because of me.”
“How is it because of you?” His brows furrow. “I’m the one eating it.”
“Yeah, well you wouldn’t be if you didn’t come here. And the reason you’re here is because you kidnapped me for a sleepover.”
“I did not kidnap you.” He chuckles. “You were in my car and we ended up here. Very different.”
“Why do we keep coming here?” I ask, not looking at him while I put everything together.
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t live here. You live at the football house. So why, whenever we’re hanging out and it’s not at my place, do we come here? Why not where you live?” A niggle of doubt sinks in. “Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?” I hate the question as soon as it’s out of my mouth, but my stupid brain is always thinking the worst.
“Of course not.” His voice is a little harder than normal. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed because there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re kind, a good person and the best damn friend. Not to mention, super cute.”
That fluttering in my stomach intensifies, and the tips of my ears grow warm.
“I am notcute,” I mutter. “Kittens are cute.”
“Exactly.” He leans against the counter next to me. “You’re like a feisty little black kitten.”
