Page 44 of Running Play (Gods of Campus #1)
Christian
My eyes flick open to the early morning sun streaming through my bedroom window.
I turn my head and gaze at the angel beside me.
So peaceful. Her long lashes resting against her cheeks, her mouth parted slightly.
I can’t help but reach out and touch her, my fingers running through her hair.
She moves into my touch and opens her eyes.
“Morning.”
“Morning. I didn’t mean to wake you, but I couldn’t help touching you.”
“Didn’t you get enough touching last night?”
I think back to last night and how perfect it was. The second time we had sex and the way she rode me. Apart from having a shower and opening the door to let Walsh bring us some dinner, we never left the bedroom. I don’t think I will ever get my fill.
She moves closer to me, and we lie naked in each other’s arms, and I realize I could stay in this moment forever. Right here, right now, watching her and enjoying how natural this feels. “Do you want to make this exclusive?”
I just had one of those moments where you are thinking something, and the words just fly out, like when you drop a catch.
That moment you go for the ball too early, and it ends up tumbling to the ground, and no matter how hard you try to recover, you can’t.
It’s too late. That’s how those words felt to me.
Not that I didn’t mean it, but I internally scold myself as she turns to look at me.
My throat goes dry…this is coming completely from left field.
“What?” she says in surprise.
Crap, this is too much too soon. I sit up, hands finding her waist, guiding her on top of me.
Even without looking, she avoids my bruises, like she just knows.
She straddles me, her hair hanging loosely around her exposed breasts.
I swallow, brushing my thumbs back and forth over her hip bone.
She obviously heard me. She was just confirming what I said so I can’t backpedal now, just like you can’t recover a dropped ball.
“I just thought maybe we could make this official and be exclusive?”
“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” Her lips turn upward, and I find myself releasing the breath I had been holding.
I don’t think I have ever wanted something more. It’s both terrifying and exhilarating. It has all happened so quickly, but I know without a doubt that I want this. I want her. So, I repeat my question. “Yes. I am asking if you will be my girlfriend? I want to make this official.”
She leans down, inches from me. “Nothing would make me happier.”
I grip her ass as I roll us together and back onto the pillow as I fall over her. The joy across my face must be comical but I don’t care, she said yes. Adjusting the sheet to cover us from the waist down, I lean over and grab another condom from the nightstand.
“About that, Christian… We don’t need those anymore. I’m on the pill, so let’s go bare…if you are okay with that.”
“Fuucckkk!”
“That’s the idea, Christian, that’s the idea.”
***
After dropping Shelby off at the café, I head back home and make my way into the kitchen.
“Morning,” Walsh says as he pours a coffee.
“Morning,” I say in return.
They all give me that look because they know what I’d been up to last night, and this morning. But fuck it, my roommates are worse; well, maybe not Walsh. I watch Randy shovel some scrambled eggs in his mouth, speaking between yellow eggy mouthfuls. “Eggs are in the microwave,” he points.
I nod and grab my plate of scrambled eggs from the microwave, heating it up a fraction and putting some toast on.
“Chuck another piece in,” Seth says as he sits at our dining table next to Randy. Throwing another piece in the toaster, I listen to their conversation.
“So, when do we play the Cyclones?” Walsh asks.
I watch Randy roll his neck in disgust from across the room. “Two weeks,” Randy growls out. He shakes his head, already fired up for that upcoming game.
The toast pops and I grab it out of the toaster.
“Will you be ready?” Walsh asks, sitting beside Seth at our kitchen table.
I lift my shirt, exposing my bruised body, still not great, but much better than before. “I’ll be playing,” I say in confidence.
“Those bruises really because of football, or the girl who walked out of your bedroom half an hour ago?” Randy asks.
We all look at him and I think I’m actually a little fucking surprised it took him this long to bring it up.
“What? Do you seriously think we aren’t going to talk about the massive elephant in the room?” Randy shrugs.
I glare at them, leaving no room for miscommunication. “We’re not talking about her.”
Randy cracks a laugh at me. “Well, I’m about to go play with your girl now.”
“That’s right, Harrison, my girl,” I shoot back to him.
He stands, scraping the chair along the floor and picking up his plate. I know by his reaction that he is happy for me. “Noted, Stone.”
“Sounds official,” Walsh says in surprise.
“Yeah,” I say back. “It is.”
Walsh nods. “I knew it would happen…just didn’t think you would lock it down so quickly.” He slaps me on the shoulder as he stands. “Happy for you, man.”
Yeah, I’m happy for me too.