I’ve been watching Caroline sleep for the last hour like a complete fucking creep.
I just can’t stop thinking if I blink too hard, she’s going to disappear. Or I’ll wake up and this will have just been a really, really fucking good dream.
I can’t believe this is happening.
She had it right—we do feel natural together. Right in all the ways you can imagine.
There wasn’t a moment that I didn’t feel comfortable with her, that I was embarrassed by what we were doing. It was easy. Effortless. Like it was what we were made for.
And fuck do I want to do it again.
She stirs beside me, arms rising above her head as she stretches. She groans and rubs at her eyes.
“I can feel you staring.” A smile tugs at her lips. “It woke me up, you creep.”
“So?” I don’t bother feeling guilty for waking her up. Waking her up means I can have my way with her again.
She turns her head my way, peeling her bright blue eyes open. “What time is it?”
“Just before six.”
“Oh god.” She covers her face with her hands. “It’s way too early to be so creepy.” She yawns, rubbing at her eyes. “What are you doing up so early anyway?”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“How?” She grabs the blanket, pulling it up over her chest as she sits up next to me. “Aren’t you tired?”
“You mean from all the sex you kept begging me for? Yes.” She rolls her eyes. “It’s way too early for you to be rolling your eyes.”
“You asked for it.” She combs her fingers through her hair. “Seriously, why are you awake? You don’t have to start work for another three hours.”
“Couldn’t sleep.”
She sends me a knowing glance. “Couldn’t, or didn’t want to?”
“That obvious?”
“No. I guess I just understand. This all feels…”
“Like a wet dream?”
She laughs. “Or just a dream.”
“No, it’s definitely wet. I’m sitting in it.”
“Ew.” She wrinkles her nose. “That’s definitely your fault, not mine.”
“I’m sorry, am I the one who leaks from their orifices?”
“First of all, don’t say orifices when you have a girl naked in your bed. Second, you do come, right?”
I raise a brow, smirking. “I think you know the answer to that as well as I do.”
She blushes, likely thinking of the same thing I am—her sucking me off until I spilled down her throat after we got out of the shower.
“Right. Then we’re both aware you do. So that means you can leak too.”
I shrug. “Semantics.”
She starts to roll her eyes again but thinks better of it.
She turns her head, peering around the room she’s been in thousands of times before but never in this capacity. I’d be doing the same thing in her position.
“Can I ask you something?” she says quietly.
“Hmm?”
“This…us…what made you want it?”
“You mean besides watching you parade around the apartment for seven years in those ratty-ass pajamas and mud masks once a week?”
She huffs, and I laugh.
“Honestly, I don’t know,” I say, lifting a shoulder. “It just sort of snuck up on me. You snuck up on me.”
“Was it the hallway incident?”
“That was a big part of it, yes. I wasn’t expecting your reaction to seeing me like that. And I wasn’t expecting how much I liked you seeing me like that.”
She nods. “That’s what started it for me too. Have you ever…” I don’t have to look at her to know she’s blushing. “You know…thought about me like that before? Before last week, I mean.”
“Do you want the truth?”
“From you? Always.”
“Yes,” I tell her. “I’ve thought about it, but not too hard and not intentionally. Not one of those, Man, today I’m going to sit around and masturbate to my best friend because I’m secretly in love with her things. It was more of My best friend is hot and I’m a horny teen sort of deals. It never went beyond that though.”
“And now?” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “What do you think now?”
“Well, I still think you’re pretty damn hot.”
“Pretty damn hot?”
“Yeah. I definitely wasn’t aware of that mole on your ass.”
“Cooper!” I hold my arm up against the onslaught of the pillow she’s throwing my way. “I do not have a mole on my ass!”
“Fine, fine,” I say, snatching the pillow from her and chucking it across the room. “Mole or no mole, you’re hot. Beautiful. Sexy.”