“Need an alarm,” I murmured. “So people like me don’t sneak into his daughter’s bed.”
She snickered and moved just a little bit closer. Not actually touching, but still far enough away that I didn’t like it.
Moving myself, I rolled over until her knees pressed into my legs, and her shoulder was lightly pressing against my sternum. My face was only a few inches from hers, and I could feel her breath on my bare neck.
Her breath hitched, and she turned over as well, once again not touching, but close enough that she could if she breathed in deeply enough.
Everything inside of me ached to pull her in closer, but I didn’t want to push her too hard too fast.
I relaxed into her pillows, bringing the one I was using up to rest underneath my head but between my arm and the bed.
“You never told me why you were here,” she breathed.
I licked my lips, wishing that I could kiss her and not scare her off.
I wasn’t a virgin.
I’d like to say I was—which I assumed Perry was—but I’d been a horny teenage boy for years now. Needless to say, when the opportunity had presented itself, I’d taken it.
But now, I wanted to do this right. I wanted Perry to want me. I didn’t want to push her.
And I had a feeling that Perry was different. That this thing that I was feeling for Perry was way different than anything that I’d ever felt before in my life.
Something like what my parents had. What my sister and brother had.
She exhaled again, this time moving infinitesimally closer to me as she readjusted her own pillow.
I grinned when I felt her hand brush against my chest.
She didn’t move it away, nor did I.
And, over the next five minutes, with no talking on either one of our parts, she moved closer and closer until we were touching from shoulder to feet.
Finally, when I felt that she could get no closer, I wrapped my arm around her waist and turned so that I was on my back and she was laying against my side.
She inhaled against my shoulder, her lips pressing against an old football injury scar there, and stayed still while I repositioned us.
When we came to a stop, she was practically laying half on top of me, my leg crooked up and to the side between hers. Her hand was on my belly, right above my belly button. And her head was resting on my chest, right under my chin.
Her hand moved up to rest just above my ribcage, right under my pec.
And she seemed to melt into me.
“You’re warm,” she murmured. “I won’t even need a blanket.”
That was good, because I was already hot.
I didn’t normally sleep in clothes of any kind, let alone hot as fuck sweatpants.
Something I told her seconds later.
“If you covered me with a blanket, we’d both wake up sweating. I’m very hot-natured,” I explained.
Chapter 15
I’m drinking my favorite drink tonight. It’s called a shit load.
-Perry to Banner
Perry
I couldn’t believe he was here.
In my bed.
Seriously, I’d sent that text earlier thinking that I’d have all night to think of something to say to him in the morning.
Yet, here he was, in my bed, wearing clothes.
And he was hot.
I could already feel the sweat gathering on my skin, and since my bed was so small—a freakin’ twin—there was nowhere for me to go but practically on top of him.
“I think,” I hesitated. “You should lose the sweatpants.”
He paused for so long that I thought that maybe he’d gone to sleep, but then he moved.
I reluctantly moved off of him, sitting partially hanging off the bed, and listened in the darkness.
The slide of fabric sliding against skin, followed by him falling back on the bed and jerking what I decided had to be his sweatpants down, went next.
I licked my lips and hesitantly went back to my earlier position.
“Do you normally wear clothes like this to bed?” he asked curiously.
No.
But I’d put clothes on when I’d realized that he was coming in my window.
“I usually wear just a t-shirt and panties to bed,” I admitted.
I’d put the most uncomfortable bra in the world on when I’d realized that he was here.
It’d been the first one that I grabbed the moment that my hand went into the drawer. The moment that I snapped it into place, I knew that I was going to be fidgeting the entire night.
“Then take them off,” he urged. “I’ll be a good boy.”
I didn’t want him to be, though.
I’d been thinking about him non-stop from the moment that I’d met him, and it was getting to the point where I couldn’t even sit next to him without thinking about those kinds of things.
I was a virgin.
Sure, I’d kissed a few boys, but everything else had been completely platonic.
Which was why a lot of the football team didn’t like me all that much. I didn’t put out, and never would.
Not until I met Banner Spurlock, that was.
Hesitantly, I got up off the bed, knowing that if I didn’t, I’d fall right on my ass with the narrow space that Banner’s big body didn’t take up.
Since it was dark, I went ahead and shed my t-shirt just so I could get my bra off easier.
When it was off, I tossed it to the floor and searched for my t-shirt again.
“Here,” Banner’s deep, smooth voice said from the blackness.
I reached for it, but what I ended up doing was going too far and grazing my unbound breasts across Banner’s arm.
He hissed but didn’t pull back.
Face flaming, I took the shirt from his hand and shrugged it on, likely inside out and backward if my luck held true.
Licking my lips, I slowly crawled back into bed.
Banner moved then, twisting so that he was laying sideways, and giving me a bit more room.
I smiled
