To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five - J. S. Cooper Page 0,51
I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“Are you sure?” I said, still hesitating. It sure did sound better than sleeping in this already damp room. “I don’t want to put you out.”
“It’s fine.” He nodded. “Grab your PJs and toothbrush. You can have a bath at my place and spend the night.”
“Thanks, Jagger. I really appreciate it.” And I gave him a quick hug. “You’re a good friend.”
“I’m always here for you, Magnolia. Always.” He hugged me back tightly.
Chapter Thirteen
Jagger was lying down on the couch as I made my way out of the shower. I stood self-consciously by the bathroom door in my long gray t-shirt and navy boyfriend shorts.
“Thanks for letting me take a bath. That felt amazing.” I walked towards him as he sat up on the couch. “What are you watching?”
“John Oliver.”
‘Oh, cool.” I stood there awkwardly. “I guess I should be getting to bed, then.”
“Do you want to watch a movie?” He ran a hand through his hair.
“I don’t know. It’s a bit late isn’t it?”
“It’s never too late to watch a movie.” He grinned and I laughed.
“I might fall asleep.”
“We can watch it in bed.” He held up a hand. “I will leave the bed when the movie is done.”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ll watch it on top of the covers. You can be under them.”
“Fine,” I agreed with a small smile. “What are we going to watch?”
“I’ll let you choose.”
“Why, aren’t you a gentleman!” I laughed and he smiled at me.
“I sure hope so.”
“Oh?” What did that mean?
Jagger didn’t answer, just walked past me and into his bedroom. I followed him, my eyes falling immediately on his queen-sized bed. There was a TV hanging on the wall, two small white side tables, and almost nothing else. The room looked bare and boring, but I refrained from asking him if he was still decorating.
“This bed looks so comfortable!” I said as I jumped onto it. It was as plush it looked, and I sank into the sheets. Jagger grabbed the remote control and sat on the edge of the bed as he turned the TV on. The familiar red and white colors of Netflix appeared on the screen and he handed me the remote.
“Feel free to choose what you want.” He stood up. “I’m going to go and brush my teeth.”
“Okay, thanks.” I took the remote from him and watched as he walked out of the room. After searching for a minute, I paused at a show called “The Umbrella Academy.” I waited for Jagger to walk into the room. “What do you think of this?” I asked him, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of his chest and his briefs. I could see his package and my fingers were itching to touch him. Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea after all.
“What’s this?” He stared at the screen. “A show?”
“I figured we could watch an episode, and if I fell asleep, it wouldn’t be so bad. I wouldn’t miss the whole story.”
“Sounds good.” He turned the light off and closed the door. “You can start it.” He climbed onto the bed next to me and I pressed play. Jagger looked at me. “Would you like me to turn the sheet down?”
“No, I’m okay for now.” I shook my head. “I’m a little warm after the bath.”
“Okay.”
We both leaned back against the headboard. I soon find myself looking at his hands on his thighs. Was he going to try to touch me? Ten minutes into the show, I realized that Jagger wasn’t going to be making any moves. I snuggled down in the bed and turned over slightly, trying to prop my head on the pillow.
“You can use me if you want.” Jagger patted his chest. “Prime viewing spot.”
“I guess.” I moved my head to his chest and rested it against his warm skin. I could feel his heart beating as I adjusted to get into a comfortable position. I moved my arm up so that it was resting on his chest, with my elbow very close to his crotch. Jagger then adjusted his position and slid down on the bed, so that now we were both lying on it. I could feel his arm slipping around my waist, and it finally rested on my hip. My breasts were crushed against his chest and I wondered if I should have kept my bra on. We lay like that for about fifteen minutes, and then I turned over.
He shifted to turn over as well. “Do you mind?”