It takes us both a minute to recover, and just as I’m about to pop up and go in search of a bathroom, he pulls me toward him, aligning our bodies and holding me tightly against his chest.
His hand rubs my back in slow, gentle circles and somehow, I know he needs the quiet. Maybe I do, too. Things have shifted between us, no doubt, and it takes a moment to process that we’ve gone from hesitant touches to flirty banter to full-on sex acts in a relatively short span. I get the distinct feeling this is uncharted territory for Spence. Not that he’s inexperienced physically—there’s no doubt he knows what he’s doing, just that intimacy is new for him.
I spread my hand across his rock-hard abs, and other than a quick intake of breath, he’s still. I’m guessing his eyes are closed and he’s letting the newness sink in. That sounds like something he’d need to do. Me? I need to see the newness and talk about how new it is and try it out and test its limits and...yeah. Spence and I definitely operate on different wavelengths, though we were clearly in sync just moments ago.
So, I tame my inner wild child, and soak up the moment, just trying to be present. But it’s hard for someone with as much energy as I have to be present and quiet. I distract myself by taking in every inch of him that I can see.
He has a smattering of chest hair, not much, but just the right amount, and it’s a bit darker than his hair and beard. His strong chest is covered in freckles, though his face has very few. I run my hands lazily across his chest, tracing random patterns. I hear Spence sigh and feel him twist as he reaches down and pulls a cover over us.
I really should get up, I think to myself, but I’ll do that in a minute.
Spencer
The slamming of a door jolts me awake. I lean forward to glance at my phone to check the time, but it’s not on my nightstand. And I can’t get up to go in search of it because a very beautiful, mostly naked, Paige is curled into my chest.
I’m tempted to go back to sleep. Hell, maybe I’m dreaming, so I should get back to it. But...I don’t know where my phone is, I need to set an alarm, and I should probably wake Paige up to see if she needs to head home. She just brought a small bag tonight, not that huge pocketbook she always carries, so I don’t know if she has what she needs to get through the day or not.
Hell, I don’t even know if she wears contacts and needs to take them out.
I do know what she sounds like when she comes apart, though, so at least there’s that.
There’s a crash in the hallway, followed by “found it!” and I’m not even going to guess what went missing. With my roommates, you never know.
“Spence?” Paige’s sleepy voice cuts through the still night.
“Hey, we fell asleep,” I state the obvious. She looks around the room, still lit by my desk lamp.
“What time is it?” she asks.
I crawl out of bed in search of my phone. “A little past midnight. You can stay over, or I can run you home. Whatever you want, but I leave at 5 to get to the gym,” I tell her.
“5...in the morning?”
“Yeah, before class. I go to the gym, grab food, then go to class.”
“That’s a no for me. I’ll head out and sleep in my own bed. Even though this one is way comfier. And bigger.”
“Then stay.”
“I’m not walking out of this hockey house at the ass crack of dawn to go back to my dorm and sleep for a couple more hours. I’ll just go now.”
“Let me get my keys.”
“Are you—”
“Don’t even finish that sentence. Of course I’m sure. It’s nearly 1 a.m. And yes, I know you can walk home. And yes, I know you probably have walked home at 1 a.m., but I’ll drive you. Hell, I’d do the same for JD or Noah or any of the guys.”
“So, I’m just one of the guys?” she asks, but her smile gives her away.
I smack her ass playfully. “Not even a little. You want a hoodie? It’s probably cold.” I toss her one of my Moo U Hockey sweatshirts and she slips it on over her bare body. This girl. And yeah, it skims her knees, but Jesus.
She grabs her stuff and it hits me that I’m not ready for her to go, which is crazy. It’s the middle of the night. I should be asleep. I need to get up in a little more than 4 hours.
“Bring your stuff,” she says, as though she can read my mind. “I’m feeling well-rested all of the sudden.”
Damn. So am I.
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