11. Wade
11
WADE
It was after six o’clock before I finally made it back over to Ellie’s place. She opened the door with slightly wet hair and wearing an Army T -shirt and loose cotton shorts.
God, she looked good. I was pretty sure the shirt was her brothers, but I still felt a pang of jealousy that it wasn’t my shirt she was wearing, putting my scent on her.
“You want to come in or just stand there?” she asked, smirking.
Crap. She clearly knew I was staring at her. I walked in and set my overnight bag on the floor by the door.
“I was just re-heating the food and was planning to watch a movie,” she said, walking back toward the small kitchen. “ Is that okay with you? If not, I can just watch a movie in the bedroom if you want to stay out here and do something else.”
“Dinner and a movie sounds good,” I told her. Though as soon as I said it, I regretted it. Not because I didn’t want to eat, but because spending time with her in close proximity would test my will power.
I walked over to the couch, the one we would be sharing while watching a movie and the one I would be sleeping on tonight. The same one I helped Jack put together from IKEA . That was the biggest pain in the ass. I felt like all those LEGOs I played with during my childhood should have better prepared me for building IKEA furniture, but alas, this L -shaped couch took two grown men almost two hours to put together.
I figured if I angled myself just the right way, I could probably get most of my body on this to sleep tonight. I grabbed two TV trays that Jack had in the corner and set them up in front of the couch, separating them as much as I could so we didn’t have to sit right next to each other.
“I don’t have much to offer to drink, but I have water, iced tea, and Dr . Pepper ,” she said as she turned and said from the kitchen.
“Water is fine, thanks,” I told her, not needing the caffeine to keep me awake tonight since I would likely be restless enough on that couch.
I got up and walked to the kitchen, so she didn’t have to carry everything in herself. We brought the food back and tried to figure out what movie to watch before settling on an action movie from a few years ago.
We’d chosen one of the Bourne movies, though I couldn’t remember which one because I was trying to focus on my food and not her. I was on the chaise part of the couch, and she was in the opposite corner with her legs tucked up on her side. Her toes were only inches from me, and I was very focused on not letting them get closer.
After the movie, we carried the dishes into the kitchen. While she put everything away, I chose to use the restroom to get ready for bed. Normally I slept in just boxers, or at least shirtless, but I knew that likely wasn’t my best option here, so I kept my gym shorts and T -shirt on.
After brushing my teeth, I came out to the living room to see her bent over, moving things around in the refrigerator. Her perfect ass was nicely on display. I stared at it for a moment, wondering what it would feel like in my hands. She stood back up and turned to me just as I moved my eyes to her face. She stared at me for a moment. I hoped my face didn’t give away that I had just been looking at her ass.
“Ellie, I’m not sleeping in your bed,” I insisted. She started to protest, but I cut her off. “ I doubt anything will happen, but hypothetically, if someone were to break in through the front door, the couch is closer. I’m not putting you there. I’m on the couch. You sleep in the bed.”
“Okay,” she sighed. “ I’m going to go change too and then I’ll grab some blankets and a pillow for you.”
As she walked back to her room, I grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen and my laptop so I could try to get a few things done for Archer so we could go ahead and hire Diego Martin .
A few minutes later, Ellie came out in a little pink nightgown with a pillow and blanket. That nightgown was not a sexy material. In fact, it looked like it was very old cotton and was a bit loose on her, but there was no hiding her nipples peeking through the fabric. And just like that, my dick is hard, like I am a teenage boy who’d never seen a girl’s boobs before.
Don’t embarrass yourself, look away. Look . Away .
“Are you sure you want to sleep out here?” she asked quietly.
Was she asking me to stay in her room with her? Jack’s bed was a queen. There was no way I could share that space with her and not touch her.
“I feel like I would fit so much better on the couch,” she said, breaking me out of my thoughts. “ I can take the couch, and you can sleep in the bed.”
I realized my thoughts of sharing the bed were not what she was suggesting, but clearly my brain had gone there, and now my dick was getting hard just thinking about that unrealistic option. You’d never know I took care of myself in the shower earlier.
This was going to be a long night.