That fluttery feeling morphs into an ache. Fuck, I want that.
Becca hiccups, jerking me out of my little fantasy. I hop up and refill her glass and hand it to her. I take in just how tired she looks.
“Hey, do you have any aspirin?” I ask.
“Bathroom. Medicine cabinet,” she murmurs.
I grab a couple of aspirin, quietly admiring how very Becca the décor is: there’s a fuzzy, hot pink bathmat on the floor, and the shower curtain boasts a pastel floral design. It reminds me of the vibe and aesthetic of Sweet Cheeks: so pretty and cute and warm and welcoming.
I hand the aspirin to her. “You should take that now so you won’t have a headache in the morning.”
“Good idea.”
She downs it with more water, then closes her eyes and falls into me. “So, so tired, Gage.”
I help her up from her stool and prop her against me. “Let’s get you to bed.”
I walk her to her bedroom, which is decorated just as prettily as her bathroom: white plush comforter and pillows on the bed, gray wood dresser and nightstand, a pastel pink armchair in the corner with a paisley print decorative pillow.
She falls face-first into the bed and moans. “So comfy.”
I’m about to wish her goodnight, but she flips on her back and fumbles with the zipper of her jean shorts. I turn to leave and give her privacy, but she stops me.
“Wait, Gage. Help. I’m too tired.” Her arms flop to her sides, like she’s given up completely on undressing herself.
A hard swallow moves through my throat. “Becca, I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea.”
Real talk: I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t like to see her undress given I’m ridiculously attracted to her. But I’d also feel like a creep.
She pins me with those doe-like eyes that are swollen with fatigue. “Please?”
I clear my throat. She’s asking me for my help. And this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve helped a friend undress when they were too drunk to do it themselves. Hell, I’ve helped most of my male friends and my own brother put on or take off their clothes when they’ve been shit-faced.
“Okay.” I walk over to Becca. With shaky hands, I unzip her jean shorts. She shimmies her hips slightly as I start to slide them off. When I see that she’s wearing hot pink lace panties, my eyes bulge out of my head. My gaze quickly darts to a random spot on her comforter, and I drop her shorts on the floor.
She leans up on her elbows, a satisfied smile on her face. “Now my bra.”
I choke. “Um, Becca, I don’t feel comfortable helping—”
She giggles. “I know. I can get this myself. Watch.”
My eyes go wide as she reaches both arms behind her to unhook her bra over her top. She slides one hand under her shirt sleeve and pulls her bra strap off, then repeats that same movement with her other hand.
She pulls a hot pink bra out of her shirt sleeve and tosses it on the floor. “Pretty slick, huh?”
I blink, mesmerized by the sexy-as-hell way Becca just undressed herself in front of me while remaining mostly clothed.
“Yeah, actually.”
Another giggle falls from her mouth. “Let’s go to bed.”
I nod quickly. “You’re right, I should get going. Goodn—”
“What? No,” she whines, leaning forward and catching my wrist in her hand. “You gotta stay and cuddle me.”
I almost choke on my tongue. “You want me to cuddle you?”
She smiles and nods, her stare sleepy.
