My fucking head pounded, and my whole body felt sore. I was sure it wasn’t because of the practice. I’ve been through the worst. I walk around my room. The shower shuts off as I pick up a towel to hand
over to her.
I entered my room, no sign of her at all. I didn’t care all that much, only knowing that she couldn’t have gotten far.
I laid her one of my shirts and a pair of my sister’s shorts that I pulled out of her drawer in the bathroom.
Having Adrianna in my room was practically every guy’s wet fucking dream, I won’t lie and say I hadn’t dreamt of her tied up to her bed and naked waiting for me to take her.
I was practically fucking hoping she would strip in front of me when I looked at her sitting so tasteful on my bed.
So fucking innocent. Untouched.
Except that was just it. She was on my bed and that was it. There was no tension like I sensed. She most certainly does not feel anything for me.
Thoughts about her roamed around my brain once more like when she backed away, shaken up, the jersey she was wearing was oversized, and the neckline once again fell down to her shoulder, God her skin looked so delicate and soft I wanted to explore it.
When I looked down at her legs, her skirt inched up, and her creamy- tanned model legs buried into the back of my brain.
I imagined her legs around my waist, her soft hands gripping my back as I fuck her up the wall.
Her hot breath on my neck, moaning my name.
Fuck. I look down, my dick twitching at the thought of Adrianna just sitting there, her innocent brown eyes set on mine.
She was everything I hated and despised. Why did she have to be so perfect?
Fucking hell her lips.
Lumped and full, the lips that had talked back to me every single day.
How would she fucking love it if her lips were around my shaft, sucking me as I fuck her mouth, gripping her hair tightly, pushing myself to the back of her throat?
Would she be able to?
Innocent.
I would release in the back of her throat, make her gag and swallow, gripping her chin to meet my eyes, I wouldn’t hesitate to kiss her beautiful lips.
My imagination was wildly going off and I couldn’t bring myself to stop until she opens the door from my closet, snapping me back to reality, I take a good look at her.
Adrianna with her hair up, my fucking eyes must’ve deceived me because I watch her bend down to pick up a hair tie, she was wearing nothing but the clothes I had laid out for her.
My fucking dick sprang back to life.
My eyes linger on her. Fuck, this is my wet dream.
The jersey she was wearing was on the floor discarded, and the skirt she had on was set neatly in the hamper near the door.
She lets her hair down, “Thanks for the clothes.” Her eyes landed on my chest.
What a great day to have an eight-pack.
She coughs, throwing me a scowl, “I’ll give it back tomorrow.” Her eyes flow down to my scars, her face contouring in a concerned expression, then soon disappears as she spots my v-line, and her face flushes bright red.
“You can keep it.”
Her face grew redder, fuck why was she so hard to find ugly? “Listen, put on a shirt!” She breathes out while turning around.
I smile, “I don’t wear a shirt to bed, Dove.” Her face grew even more flushed, before turning around.
“Do you feel better?” I ask as she sneers, walking over to my bed and sitting.
I hesitantly walked over to her, taking a wet rag, and squeezing it so the water wouldn’t leak. I bring it over to her forehead.
“You can lay on the bed,” I instructed. I wasn’t in the mood to fight her, not when my head was pounding, and my body felt weak. She lay next to me, propping her elbow up so I can continue to brush her forehead with the rag.
I look into her eyes, caramel and soft as honey. She smelled like flowers and sweet honey. “What is it?” She roll her eyes.
“Are you uncomfortable?” I asked slowly.
Me on the other hand, I was feeling a lot of things, and uncomfortable was not one of them.
“No, I feel relaxed,” She muttered. “I can’t remember the last time I felt relaxed,” She admitted. Her eyes were soft again, almost as if she was happy.
She wouldn’t let her eyes leave mine. I swallowed; it was like time stopped for a moment before her face pulls away from mine.
“Prince, I’m afraid that you are going to have to take me home.” She mutters.
I laugh, “Like that’s going to fucking happen.” “Oh no. I’m serious.” She sat up as I grew curious.
“I will be doing no such thing.” I insist as she rolls her eyes. “No. I can’t sleep.”
I stand up, “You can, and you will.”
She folds her two arms together, “No, I can’t sleep without Shovel.” She speaks.
I tilt my head in question, “Who the flying fuck is Shovel ?”
Adrianna frowned, “I’ve had him since I was a baby, okay? I can’t sleep without him, it’s my favorite stuffed animal. So sadly, I will not be able to sleep here without getting nightmares.” I roll my eyes at her stupid command.
“Then I’ll chase them away,” I smirk as she pinched her lips in disgust.
I couldn’t help but feel amused at my comment, even if she looked annoyed, I had to give myself props for the quick thinking.
But a fucking stuffed dog? The hell?
I walk closer to her as she leans back, burying herself down the bed, “Too bad, Dove. Sleep tight.” I seethe as she breathes out in a huff.
I turn the lights off as she settles on the bed, I walk myself over to the couch, set my blanket up, and stare off to the front of Adrianna’s house.
Her room was always across from mine, I could see the shadows of what she did, and it always fascinated me. Except, in my view, I saw the fucking stuffed dog she was talking about.
As I turned around trying to go back to sleep, I felt the stuffed dog’s eyes burning through the back of my skull as she tossed and turned.
Her white, stuffed husky that she would carry everywhere in the playground.
I looked over to Adrianna who was asleep and yet she tossed and turned all around for thirty minutes.
I got sick and tired of her whines, so I got up.
If I planned on improving my stats the next game, I needed to be well- rested and, her rustling, turning, and whining were not helping me.
I walked out of my room, stalking out of the front doors, across the street in front of Adrianna’s house. It seemed deadlier than alive. I climbed over the gate, to the back of her house, then climbed up the tree that led to her room’s balcony. I hoped for the best that her balcony door was unlocked and thank God that it was.
I walk around Adrianna’s room. I expected everything to be much more girly, all the hot cheetah print.
I wasn’t stereotyping, but it just seemed that I was wrong about what her bedroom would look like. I had lived across from her for years and I didn’t know the slightest thing about her.
I thought I did.
Instead, for a room that I thought was going to be, pink, purple, and fucking bright. I walked into a neutral, brown, beige, white, and gold. Her vanity wasn’t the tacky ones I would see in the rooms of the girls I would sleep with.
Adrianna’s room held an appeal of elegance. Just her.
Her room held an abundance of books, she had a fireplace, a white couch, and a couple of comfortable chairs.
Picture frames hung on the mantle of her family and her friends, and even her help.
I had seen the guy that helped her blow out her candles, he was the one that took her to school every day. The lady beside her, kissing her cheek was the one that would take out the trash every Sunday.
But her formerly known father had a sit-down picture, she was maybe about thirteen, and her face was stone cold and held no emotion.
No love.
How is it that she looked far happier with her help rather than with her own parents? Had I been wrong again, assuming that she was her little daddy’s girl?
I shook the thoughts out of my head as I looked at her bed, the stuffed white, dog lying on top practically missing its owner.
Who am I kidding? It was a stuffed dog; it didn’t have feelings. If I had said that sentence aloud to Adrianna, I would surely hear a mouth full of it. I walked out of the balcony, closed the door, jumped down to the tree, and attempted to get down without hurting myself, which was the last thing I needed.
I quickly ran over to my house, finally no more parkour to get up to my room. I opened the door, she was hyperventilating, sweating, and shaking. I ran over to her.
I ran my hand through her hair, handing over Shovel .
She quieted, not gripping onto her stuffed animal, but instead, she gripped onto my arm.
Great. After I went through all that fucking trouble.
But she stilled, her breathing evened out, and she was at peace. I bent down to feel her forehead. She was still warm, but it calmed my freezing hand, and she groaned.
I let my head sink to her level, and I let my body sink into the empty bed space. She snuggled up closer to me, as I breathed out relief.
She cushioned her head on my chest, her hand on my body, hugging me, I looked at her calm face. Without thinking, I bent down to kiss her forehead.
Pulling away I froze.
I had finally tasted a little bit of her, she was sweet, so fucking delicious. Why had I let myself go there?
This was so wrong. It was forbidden. Not allowed. Me and her in a bed together, no one knew. But now I knew how she felt in my arms, and fucking loved it.
I wasn’t sure if I could quit.
I wasn’t sure if I was willing to even try.
