Well, I better wake her up before she does permanent damage to her neck. I shake her a little, but she doesn't even stir.
„Sophie, wake up. Hey, come on, you can`t sleep here.”
Nothing. No reaction whatsoever.
„Hobo, wake up.”
I shake her again a little bit harder, but she still doesn't move. How in God`s name is she sleeping this soundly?
I get closer to her face and call out her name again. This time she stirs a bit, so I get even closer.
„Sophie, wake up.”
She opens her eyes, but they`re a bit glassy and unfocused, so I start to move away when she suddenly gives me a small smile and then raises her head off the pillow and kisses me. On the lips.
Ok, so it was more like a peck, but still. What the fuck?!
Her eyes get a little more focused, and after staring at me for a few seconds, they get big, and her mouth forms a little o.
„Did I just kiss you?”
„Yes, you did. Maybe you can tell me why.”
She sits up suddenly and almost knocks my chin with her head.
„I`m so sorry. I`m a sound sleeper, and when someone wakes me up before I`m ready to be woken up, I do things.”
„You do things?”
„Yeah. I once punched my brother in the face when he woke me up from a nap, and I bit my friend Gwen`s finger when we were in college, and she woke me for an early class.”
„Jeez, violent much? I guess I should be grateful you didn`t attack me then.”
„Yeah, that`s strange. I don`t think I ever kissed anyone who woke me before. Anyway, I apologize.”
„You should. I feel so violated.”
„Well, it is Netflix and chill,” she says with a smile, „I mean, you got to give a girl something.”
This woman, she`s something else.
„Is there ever a time when you`re not joking around, hobo?”
„Why would I want to do that? I kissed you by accident so I can eighter be embarrassed about it and make it awkward for both of us, or I can see the humor in the situation and get over it. It seems like a pretty easy choice.”
Well, when she puts it like that.
„Fine, but don`t let it happen again. I expect to be courted before such liberties are taken with my person. I`m not easy, you know. I mean, you didn`t even take me out before. I feel so disrespected and used.”
I`m sitting on the couch, pretending to pout, when the crazy that is Sophie Grant throws herself next to me and takes my hand in hers, a look of pure fake-remorse on her face.
„Please forgive me, sunshine. I have the utmost respect for you, I do, I just got carried away. I mean, look at you, you`re stunning. Your t-shirt has a sauce stain on it, your hair is a total mess, and your lips are sticky from the popcorn. How could I resist? I`m only human, after all.”
Oh no, she didn`t.
„You have drool stains on your shirt and a piece of popcorn on your cheek.”
Does she care? Nope. She just takes the piece of popcorn from her cheek and eats it.
„Lovely.”
„Yeah, I`m a lady like that.”
She stands up from the couch and starts cleaning up the bowls and glasses then takes them to the kitchen while I stand there and I`m appalled to realize that I don`t want the night to end, I want to hang out with her some more.
She`s gotten to me. I can`t believe she got me to like her in just a day and a half. I`ve been on the same team with some of the guys for four years, and I still couldn`t say I liked them.
Her type of crazy must be contagious or something because this shit is not normal.
Chapter 5
Sophie
Two weeks. I`ve been living with Max for two weeks, and I`m not a happy camper.
Why? Two reasons.
One, I feel bad for not earning my money. It`s beyond obvious that Max doesn't have a drug problem. He `s clean and doing his damndest to get back in playing form as soon as possible, so this whole sobriety companion thing is ridiculous. I`m doing all the regular assistant work, but the pay is way too high, and there is no need for me to be living with him.
And two, my crush on him has gotten to epic proportions. Epic!
It`s inevitable; we`re always together. I mean, I know there `s no need for me to keep an eye on him, but at the same time, I feel bad not doing what I`m being paid to do. For his part, he `s gotten used to me being around all the time, and even though he still won`t admit to us being friends, it `s clear that we are.
The problem is we are essentially playing house right now, and it`s messing with my head.
We Netflix and chill almost every night only, you know, without the good part. Yeah, I mean sex in case you were confused.
My body wants the sex, and I`m turning into a creep, checking him out when he`s not paying attention. Not good, considering he doesn't seem to be feeling the same way about me.
I initially hadn`t wanted to talk to Gwen about this because I knew she was going to be all I told you so, which I didn`t need, but I can`t take it anymore.
I wait until Max goes to take a nap after his physio, and I go to my room to call Gwen. She answers on the second ring.
„Thank God you called, these kids are driving me crazy. Remind me never to have any.”
„Oh please, you love those little barbarians, and you`re going to have a million of them someday.”
„Yeah, probably. Anyway, what`s up? You usually text me.”
„I need to talk to you. I`m in big trouble.”
„What do you mean you`re in big trouble? What happened, are you ok?”
„No, I am not ok. I`m sexually frustrated is what I am. I swear to God one of
