Page 52 of Playing the Player

We eye each other, neither of us backing down. I thought I was stubborn… It seems as though I’ve met my match.

21

Conor

I wake up to a warm body surrounding me, the dim light seeping through the curtains, filtering into the room. Sasha is stubborn. Beautiful and intelligent but stubborn as hell. Neither of us won the argument about who should take the bed. It took over an hour before we finally reached the only compromise either of us would accept. I took one couch, Sasha took the smaller one.

That was until around 1am when neither of us could sleep so I suggested we both take the bed. She reluctantly agreed but only if she could build a pillow wall because, and I quote, “I don’t want you mistaking me for one of your sex dolls and feeling me up in your sleep.” I laughed so hard, I thought I was gonna wake up half the building before telling her a pillow wall wouldn’t stop me.

Turns out the wall wasn’t there to stop me, it was to stop her and it failed. The extra pillows are on the floor, I’m lying perfectly on my side of the bed, and Sasha is snuggled into my side with one leg strewn over my hips, her messy, brown hair fanning across my bare chest.

How did this even happen? Normally, I’m a light sleeper and every little noise or movement would wake me, but I didn’t even budge last night. It was the best sleep I’ve had in a long time.

As if sensing I’m awake, Sasha stirs beside me, sighing heavily, her hand moving to rest on my chest. She runs said hand down my naked torso, the tickly sensation making my whole body twitch. Thankfully she stops her movements at the bottom of my stomach where her thigh is resting. I suck in a deep breath as Sasha’s leg shifts, rubbing against my morning wood. Fuck, that should not feel that good. It’s a leg for God’s sake. I fight back a growl when she does it again. Even sleeping, this girl stirs up feelings in me that I’ve never felt before.

Sasha’s the first girl I’ve ever let sleep in my bed. Sasha’s the only woman I’ve ever had in my bed at all. Apart from Olliepop, I’ve never had another woman in my apartment when we’re alone. Before Sash, if I was with another woman, we’d go to her place or get a hotel room for the night.

But having this woman in my bed… I never want her to leave. I’ve never wanted more than sex from a woman before, but with Sasha, I want everything.

I want the late night phone calls, her smile across the dinner table, her sleepy voice in the morning. I want her hand holding mine in the dark, her eyes finding mine across a crowded room. I want all of her laughs and all of her smiles. I want her when she’s angry or when the world becomes too much for her to carry on her own. I want every single version of her that she has to offer.

I just pray that someday she’ll give me that. I hope she gives me the life that I never knew I wanted until she showed up on my doorstep, asking me to be her fake boyfriend.

I’ll wait for her forever if I have to. I’m not going anywhere.

Sasha’s leg shifts again, moving up and down against my hard cock. I’m about to fucking snap here. I attempt to move out from under her but she clamps her leg and arm down making it impossible for me to move. “Sasha?”

“Mmm.” She mumbles sleepily, snuggling into me closer, if that’s even possible.

“Angel, I need you to wake up.”

“Why?” She groans, shifting again before her whole body goes still. Slowly, very slowly, she opens one eye. Then the other. She looks down at herself. Looks up at me. Then looks back down again. Her entire face burns bright red. “Oh my God.” She launches herself backward, so quickly that she almost falls off the other side of the bed. “What the hell are you doing?” She whisper shouts.

“Me?”

“Yes, you!”

“You’re the one on my side of the bed, cuddling into me and feeling me up. I didn’t do shit.”

“Oh God.” She groans into both hands, “I’m so sorry.” Her cheeks are crimson. Her hair is sticking up in every direction. She’s avoiding eye contact like it’s a professional sport. And somehow, I’ve never seen her look more beautiful.

“You don’t need to apologize.”

“I drooled on you, didn’t I?”

I glance down at my shoulder. “Maybe a little.”

“Oh my God!” She hides her face again and I can’t help but laugh.

“Relax, Sash. I’m not exactly complaining.” She uncovers her face and rolls her eyes at me but she has the smallest hint of a grin. “There she is.” I jump out of the bed before Sasha can throw the pillow that she’s currently fisting at my face. “I have to head out to practice soon but you and Liam can stay while I’m gone. I’ll give you the spare key in case you go out.”

“Thanks.” She says quietly, chewing on her bottom lip. I wonder if she knows how insane it makes me when she does that. Maybe she wouldn’t do it so much if she did. Maybe she’d do it more just to torture me.

I can feel Sasha’s eyes on my back, as I pull on a pair of sweats. The intensity in her stare heating my skin. I stretch my body and I’m not proud to say it but I flex my muscles more than normal. I’m just giving her the show that she’s so intent on watching. Sasha’s gaze darts to the ceiling when I spin around to face her. Cute. She can act nonchalant all she wants but I know she likes what she sees. I teased her enough yesterday though and clearly, she’s still embarrassed about how we woke up, so I don’t say anything.

Her cheeks are flushed, the pink tinge running down her neck and disappearing beneath my top. I wonder how far down it goes?

I don't know what was wrong with me yesterday. I was fine until Sasha came to my place. I’m not sure if it was knowing she’d be in my room, in my bed, but fuck I was so turned on all evening. Maybe I'm ovulating or something. Wait, do guys ovulate?