25. Callie
Chapter 25
Callie
I’ve never been more thankful for yoga in my life. I normally can’t stand it, but when I woke up completely alone this morning, I welcomed the torturous distraction.
I don’t exactly know how Adam forced Will into a run, but when Will said that sentence I was relieved. I found the tea he made this morning, but there was no note or text so I wasn’t exactly sure if the tea was an act of remorse or gratitude.
I was a little bummed when I got out of class and Will was still on the treadmill. I’m not sure how much of the five miles my brother had left but it looked like they were going pretty hard.
After refilling my bottle, I hop on one of my barstools and gulp some water down. I might not have been doing straight cardio, but I definitely worked up a sweat. Yoga is sneaky like that.
I gamble that I have time to take a shower before they get done. Granted, Will might not have plans to come see me after…
We didn’t exactly decide on a game plan last night, but the sex was pretty spectacular. Or, at least I thought it was.
Okay, sitting and dwelling on the status of Will’s thoughts about last night is not going to help me. I’m going to shower and when I emerge, I will not be that girl who sees Will and asks, “What are we?”
I hop off my stool and head to the shower just as there’s a knock on my door. I know it has to be him because Adam would have barged in already.
Butterflies tingle my stomach as I turn my doorknob. Deep breath, Callie. He’s just a guy.
I open the door and see Will leaning on the wall, still trying to catch his breath. “I’m sorry,” he rasps as he walks in.
“Ya going to make it? You’re breathing a little heavy. Aren’t you an athlete?” I tease with a chuckle bubbling out of me.
A sweaty Will sits down on the stool I just got up from and picks up my drink. “Please tell me this is water.”
“It is.” Shutting my door, I make my way over to the barstool next to him as he downs the remainder of my drink. “Did Adam not let you bring water?”
Setting it back down he sighs heavily. “Is it too soon in the relationship to say I hate your brother, because I do.”
I want to laugh because I know he truly doesn’t hate Adam, but one little word really outweighed that whole sentence.
“Relationship?”
Will angles to face me then places one hand around my waist to keep me steady while he pulls my stool closer.
“Callie, I didn’t mean to have you wake up alone this morning. I had every intention of keeping you in that bed until the very last possible second, but I ran over to my place to change and on my way back Adam caught me in the hall. And if we’re being completely honest here, I think he might know something’s going on. He’s bound to be hungover, no way he wanted to run five miles this morning.”
Biting at my lip, I’m not entirely sure what that could mean for us. The idea that he knows could be a stretch. I’ve seen my brother push through some pretty bad injuries. “But he didn’t seem…”
“Like he wanted to punch me? Nah, so he might not, but that’s not my point. My point is, yeah, we can’t have a conventional relationship right now, but there’s no way you’re a fucking fling or one-night stand.”
“So, friends with benefits?” Ugh, no, I hate even asking but I need clear answers from him. Screw it, I can’t do this confusion anymore. I’ll be that girl if I have to.
“Okay, listen to me. If I haven’t fucked the word ‘friends’ out of your mouth already then get your cute ass back in your bed so I can rectify that right now.”
I needed “no” to be the answer but that’s more than enough to erase my fears of being stuck in a friends-with-benefits situation—and enough to make my panties wet.
I try to look away to calm down a bit because damn that got me. Will pulls my face back by my chin. “I’m serious, Callie. I’ll make you say we’re friends with my dick in your mouth. Doesn’t seem very friendly to me.”
“No, not friendly at all,” I whisper, and I can feel the blush creeping up my cheeks.
“We can keep this relationship between us until we figure it out, but don’t get it twisted, Blaze. We’re not fucking friends.”
A smile pulls at my lips. We’re not friends.
Will pulls my face toward him for a small but sensual kiss.
“What’s your plan for the rest of the day?” he asks with his face just an inch or two away from mine.
“I’ve really got to get some editing done at some point, and I was about to take a shower. What time do you have to be at practice?”
Will glances at my clock on the stove and sighs. “I’ve got about an hour and a half. Not exactly the time I thought I was going to get, but taking a shower with you will serve as your apology.”
“ My apology? What about your apology? I’m the one who woke up and thought I had been abandoned. You know, a text would have sufficed.”
Will chuckles. “I have no clue where my phone is. I was too busy thinking about making you tea and having fresh breath for you, but then your brother happened.”
I roll my eyes and hop off the stool. “Are you going to keep whining about Adam or are you going to enjoy what little time we have left?”
“Oh, I plan on enjoying every second.” Will stands up and pulls me to him by my hips. “Just as soon as you lock your door.”