every inch of her body until she drips for me. Then I’d lie her down and watch her tremble as I kiss my way up her thighs, waiting until her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths. I’d spread her legs and…
“So.” I clear my throat, trying hard to clear my head. Shit, speaking of hard—my dick thickens, pressing against my pants, so I shift her duffle bag that was tucked under my arm toward my center before turning to slide it into the closet. “Are you going to warn her, or just let them handle it?” I ask, keeping my back to her, pretending to rearrange the shit in the small closet. It takes her a second to respond. When I think it’s safe, I turn back around.
“I don’t know,” she says, her head hanging low as she runs a hand back and forth over my bedspread. “But… thank you for being so amazing. Coming to get me and all.” A hint of a smile plays at the corners of her mouth and she raises her head to look at me briefly.
“Come on, you know I’m not going to let you face this alone.” Her smiles grow a little more as she looks at me, and even though I have a strict rule to never get in the bed with her, the urge to comfort takes over. I move slowly, telling myself that she needs me right now and to keep my shit in check. “It’s what we do for each other, right?”
“Yeah,” she says, sliding a little further onto the bed to give me room.
“Now, come here.” I lay down and, without thinking, I pull her against me. “You guys will get through this.”
I’m playing with fire, but her body feels so damn good this close. She smells like coconut and mint. Exhaling deeply, I relax against her, savoring the moment. I wonder what she’s thinking. It’s not weird to be this close to her—we’ve spent hours on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, watching movies and playing games. But never in this setting, and it makes all the difference. Just as I’m considering moving away, she snuggles a little closer, grabbing the arm I had placed gently on her waist, pulling it tighter around her body. I’m losing it here… fighting like fuck to keep my hands from roaming.
“Thank you,” she says after a few minutes. Her voice is warm and light, and I can tell she needs this comfort. Knowing this is enough to change my focus a bit and the battle I’ve been waging is easily won.
“You’re welcome,” I say, and we lay there in silence until we both drift off to sleep.
5
XIA
“Wake up, buttercup.” A loud, deep voice echoes through the room, jolting me awake. It takes me a second to recognize that it’s King. I sit forward, which causes Jordan to wake, his eyes fluttering as he looks in the direction of the knocking. King is one of Jordan's other close friends. He plays on the football team with Jordan and Roman, or I should say, played on the football team, since Jordan's last game was Wednesday night. It wasn't a real game since technically the season ended two months ago, but every year CHU hosts a charity game against the top high school team in the city. It serves a double purpose, as a way to bring more money to the Chrome Hills public school system while seeing if any of the high school players can hold their own against the college players. It will be so weird not watching him play anymore.
King is here just as often as Jordan and Roman. They might as well move into a bigger place so King can have an official bedroom. The three of them are really close; they're great guys and I've gotten to know them pretty well. It’s funny that they are such good friends but opposite in almost every way. Jordan is more serious. King is very much the romantic out of the group. Whereas Roman—I haven’t seen him with the same girl twice.
"Yeah?" Jordan hollers, rubbing his eyes.
"Man, what the hell are you doing asleep at nine p.m. on a Friday night?" King says as he walks through the door. "It's the last— " His words come to an abrupt halt when he looks into the room. "Shit, I'm sorry, man. I didn't realize you had company." He starts to back out until I pull my hood off my head.
"Hey,