God, she was fucking adorable. (And sexy.) "Nothing," he smirked, pulling the duvet up over his body and shifted a pillow Beneath his head. "Fuck, it is cold in here," he shivered.
"If this is your attempt to get me to share body heat with you, it won't work, Big," she smiled softly. "I'm going to take a nap."
"You're mean," he pouted.
"Aw, you poor thing." Alisha snuggled a little closer and pressed her lips warmly to his, pulling back before he could deepen it and declare her nap over before it even began. His eyes were a soft green today, twinkling mischievously as they watched her intently. She shivered, but had no clue if it was from the air or the man. He shifted and peeled off his t-shirt and she eyed him warily. "Jake—" she warned quietly.
"Shh…just chill, baby. Let's spoon," he suggested roguishly. When she snorted and rolled her eyes he kissed her fully on the mouth. "I'm serious," he murmured against her lips. "I could use a nap, too, but since you like it to feel like Siberia in here, you're gonna let me mack on some of that body heat. I'll behave, I promise," he reiterated again.
Alisha turned over to her other side and readjusted the pillow, feeling his thick, muscled arm come around her waist. She snuggled into him, enjoying the warmth from his bare chest pressed against her back. As her eyes fell closed and his fingers ran through her hair in a soothing rhythm, she decided that this wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Her nap lasted all of an hour. It wasn't his fault. Well, it kind of was, but he had held up his end of the bargain and hadn't tried anything. She woke up, all warm and close, with her head snuggled against his chest and their legs and arms tangled around each other. The look on his face was almost angelic as he slept, with his long, thick eyelashes flirting with the tops of his cheeks and his full lips parted slightly. He was so gorgeous that it made her breath catch and stoked the fire that was seemingly always lit for him.
Reaching out her fingertips, she ghosted them along the hard angles on his face and over the outline of his lips. He groaned softly and shifted closer to her, his hand running over her hip and around to settle on her backside. "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off me," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. His eyes remained closed and he smirked.
Alisha let out a soft, breathy laugh. "Look who's talking—your hand is on my ass."
"Well, you've got a hot ass, baby," he said deeply, pressing her closer. His eyes slowly blinked open and met sleepy brown ones. She looked worn out. He smoothed a hand up her back to rest on warm skin and dropped a quick kiss on her lips. "Go back to sleep, Lisha."
She started to protest that she wasn't tired, but the yawn she couldn't stifle gave her away. "Okay," she whispered, her eyes falling shut.
Big watched her for a few minutes, until her breathing slowed and evened out and she slipped into a peaceful slumber. He'd never just taken a nap with a girl before. It was strangely intimate and just…comfortable. Then his stomach did a strange little somersault and he closed his eyes and willed himself back to sleep, doing his level best to ignore, ignore, ignore whatever the hell that foreign feeling was.
The next time he woke, she was leaning over him with her lips nipping at his earlobe. "Hey," she purred, skating kisses towards his mouth. "I have to get up and get in the shower."
Groaning, he surfaced from sleep and mumbled a groggy okay.
Alisha smiled against his mouth. "Do you want to join me?" she asked temptingly. She watched his eyes open fully and take on a wicked gleam. She knew that would get him.
Grinning like the Cheshire cat, he pushed himself up and kissed her. "Hell yes," he said enthusiastically, kicking off the duvet and scrambling out of bed. Seeing her with a winning smirk on her lips made him laugh and toss her over his shoulder.
"Jake," she giggled. "I'm perfectly capable of walking."
He slapped her ass. "Shut up, Larrington. You totally dig it when I do this. It gets you hot because I'm so masculine and shit. I've seen the way you ogle my body like I'm a piece of meat."
Alisha opened her mouth to protest and realized that she would be lying. "What can I say? You're definitely Grade A, Biggerman," she told him in a flirty tone, making him chuckle as he carried her into the bathroom and kicked the door closed behind them.
That night, Big strolled into the bar and spotted James, Mike and Matt already at a table in the back. "Sup, assholes?" he greeted, sliding into the booth next to Matt, and bumped fists with Chang. He reached for an empty glass on the table and poured a glass from the pitcher.
"Dude, where have you been hiding?" Mike asked.
Big cast a bored look in his direction. "What are you talking about?"
Mike shared a look with Matt, who just shrugged silently. "You're like, never around anymore."
Rolling his eyes, he swigged his beer. "I'm fuckin' here now, Chang. You been missing ol' Biggerone have you?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Not really, you big douche. We're just sort of used to you always being around is all," Mike retorted with a crooked grin.
"Why don't you bust James's balls for a while? He's the one with the girlfriend."
"Been there, done that," James chimed in. "They
