„Of course you do, hobo was a horrible thing to call you.”
„No, it wasn`t. I never minded it; it was our inside joke. You haven`t called me that since Simon said it was horrid”
It`s the worse English accent I've ever heard, but I'm touched by her loyalty.
„He was right, though.”
„Maybe, but I liked you giving me a nickname. I made me feel special.”
„You are special, so I think I'll retire hobo.”
„Maybe you can call me sweetheart instead.”
Her voice sounds sleepy, and I'm sure she`ll be fast asleep before we get home.
„If you like it, then yeah, I'll call you sweetheart.”
„I do like it,” she says and then suddenly closes her eyes and goes right to sleep.
I smile at her because she looks so innocent and cozy that you`d be hard-pressed to believe that only minutes ago, she was grinding on my denim-covered cock.
Women are magical creatures.
Chapter 9
Sophie
So this is what hell is like. I must say I don`t much care for it, but I guess that`s the point.
I woke up this morning with a pounding head, a taste in my mouth that is too foul to describe, and a stomach that has rebelled against me. And to top this all off, it would seem that I'm one of those unfortunate people who remember everything they did while they were drunk.
I remember climbing Max both in the bar and in his car, I remember attacking his mouth and, worst of all, I remember dry humping him until he finally stopped me before I could molest him any further.
My first instinct is to stay in my room for as long as possible and hope he`ll take that as a sign that I don`t want to talk about what happened, but then I change my mind.
Do I honestly want things to go back to where they were? I mean, is that even possible?
I obviously have feelings for Max, and this whole playing house thing isn`t cutting it anymore.
The good thing about remembering everything from last night is that I know that he`s not immune to me, physically speaking. He might not feel quite the same for me as I feel for him, but he is attracted to me, so maybe I can use that and go from there.
I brush my teeth with a vigor that would make my dentist cringe and take a long shower before going downstairs to face the music.
Max is in the kitchen, and when he sees me, he pours me a cup of coffee without asking.
Bless his soul.
„On a scale from one to ten, how bad are you feeling?”
I take a sip of the strong coffee before answering.
„When I woke up, it was a solid nine, but after a shower, it`s gotten to about five.”
„That`s good. I can make you some greasy breakfast if you want, I heard it works.”
„You`ve heard? Never tried it yourself?”
„I`ve never been drunk.”
„Never? Didn`t you go to college?”
„I did, but I never got drunk. I was afraid it would hurt my game, and you know how I feel about that.”
I do know. The man loves football more than anything and is extremely dedicated to it, which is why he has a hard time making friends. Not everybody understands that sort of dedication, the need he has to be the best at what he does.
„Well, you did the right thing. Hangovers suck.”
„I`ve heard that too. So do you want to try the greasy breakfast thing?”
„Sure, why not. Do you mind if I do the cooking, though?”
„Sweetheart, I`ll never mind your cooking.”
Hearing him call me sweetheart gives me such a high, but it also gives me an in for the talk I want us to have.
„So hobo is out, and sweetheart is in, huh. It`s official.”
He tries to look casual, but I can see him get tense at my words.
„You remember that?”
„I remember everything that happened last night.”
We look at each other, and I feel like you could cut the tension with a knife. This is big, and we both know it; it could change our whole relationship.
„I shouldn`t have kissed you; you were drunk. I apologize.”
Oh no, you don`t.
„I don`t want you to apologize, and I don`t regret what happened. I told you that I wanted to kiss you, that I always want to kiss you, and I meant it.”
„You did?”
„Yes, I did, and I also meant it when I said that I would kiss you again today when I`m sober.”
Here goes nothing.
I go to where he`s sitting on a chair at the kitchen table, and I take the biggest leap of faith in my life: I straddle him, take his face in my palms, and I kiss him.
Honestly, I expected awkwardness. I`ve never tried to seduce anyone in my life, and I thought it was going to feel kind of weird, but it doesn't. It`s like we`re just picking up where we left off last night. I grab a handful of his hair, and his hands are roaming all over my back like he wants to touch me everywhere.
He tastes like coffee and deliciousness, it`s the only way I can describe it, and I feel like I can`t get close enough. My breasts are touching his chest, and even though it`s just light friction, I feel like I`m coming out of my skin.
Speaking of skin, I need to touch his, so I start pulling at his t-shirt until he realizes what I want, and he breaks the kiss long enough to pull the shirt off, and then his mouth is back on mine.
My hands are all over his chest, I want to touch him everywhere, but I also want him to touch me. This time it`s me who breaks the kiss in order to take my top off, and as soon as I do that, I`m rewarded with a growl that goes straight between my legs. The growling might be because I`m not wearing a bra.
I`m a B-cup so I can get away with it, and I`ve never been more
