"Are you alright?" He checked with concern in his eyes.
"I'm a damn sight more than alright; what thefuckwas that," I whispered as he began to laugh. He slid himself out of me and removed the condom, which was filled with white liquid, as he tied it and tossed it into the trash near his bed. I tried not to notice how expertly he did everything, as the feeling of utter jealousy made me feel sick. No wonder women obsessed over him; he was a God in the bedroom, and even my lack of experience told me that was not a regular sex session.
God help me.
“Tea post-sex is highly recommended.”
I smiled at him shyly as I tucked my hair behind my ear, taking the steaming cup from his hands. He sat in front of me on the bed and studied me smugly.
“Stop being so smug; it’s ruining your good looks.” I swatted his arm as he gazed at me, his blue eyes twinkling. My skin felt like it had been set on fire, my ears were ringing, and I felt incredibly sore below.
“Can I help it? I have just made love to the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”
My heart fluttered as he spoke, and I felt a blush on my cheeks.
“Did anyone hear us...” I mumbled as I sipped my tea, unsure I wanted to hear the answer.
“Should I just say no?”
I looked at him with horror as I imagined his family sitting downstairs trying to watch the tv or something while all they could hear was us in his room. He burst out laughing as he rubbed my leg with his free hand.
“Relax, Reuben was the only one home. I didn’t let you get too loud anyway,” he smirked, and I remembered his hand over my mouth; I cringed.
“Don’t be embarrassed; that’s a good thing. You may want a bath or something; you can use mine if you want to.” He indicated a door I hadn’t noticed that must have led to an en suite. “If you want, I can join you,” he smirked again, and I smiled as I bit my lip.
“Now I’m definitely joining you,” he growled as he placed the cups on the table. He lifted me, fireman style, and carried me into the bathroom.
Twenty-One
Payment
The sun streamed through the glass, warming my bare skin as I stretched lazily, still in a slumber. I felt like I was sleeping on a cloud, the pillow-soft under my head, the mattress allowing my body to sink into it as it molded around me.
I blinked slowly, my eyes resting on a solid oak table filled with books I knew weren’t mine. Then, my eyes widened as I remembered the previous night, and I turned to see space in the bed beside me.
Where was he?
I sat up, realizing I was wearing one of his football jerseys, and I smiled wryly to myself.
What a cliche. The nerd had slept with the jock, after all.
I reached for my phone to see a text from Ray, who had stayed over at mine last night. It was weird to think of her at my house without me, but I was happy for them.
So how was your night with Bailey? ;)
I grinned to myself as I replied, finding our friendship so much better now she knew how I felt about him. I knew that if she got to know the Bailey I knew, she would like him. I jumped as the door opened to reveal Bailey carrying a food tray which he laid on the bed in front of me.
“Morning you.”
He grinned at me as I took in the contents of the tray. There was bacon, eggs, potatoes, and buttered toast piled high onto two plates, complete with mugs of coffee. He handed me a plate and some cutlery, and I took it gratefully.
“Wow, thank you.”
He walked over to the window with his food as I watched him, my eyes drinking him in hungrily. Then, I noticed his back had deep scratch marks, and I closed my eyes in horror, realizing they were from me.
“I’m so sorry about your back.”
He turned to me, his brow furrowed with confusion.
