Chapter 13
SADIE
I was tired until I decided to play dead from the neck up and kiss Danny on his cheek.
My lips were still tingling by the time I slipped into my dorm room.
Lucky for me, Katrina wasn’t around, and I didn’t have to make small talk while freaking out that I fancy Danny way too much and I really, really want a snogging session with him.
I can’t allow myself to fall for a boy, especially one of my dad’s players. That’d be more stupid than getting into the path of a knife.
I prop my new pinboard against the wall and then toss my new pillows on the bed before changing into my pj’s. Once under my covers, I try to get comfortable, but now I’m too wired and can’t relax.
You’re just horny, Sadie.
Ugh. How did I let Danny sex me up like that? He wasn’t even trying. God, I’m such a twat.
Well, there’s nothing for it now. I have to get rid of this pent-up sex drive or I’ll jump Danny the next time I see him. I send Katrina a WhatsApp message to ask when she thinks she’ll be home. I don’t want her to burst in when I’m playing with my toys.
She replies that she’ll be back in a few hours and to not wait up.
Wasn’t planning on it, sugar.
I get out of bed again and pull my suitcase from under the bed.
I really need to finish unpacking. After a minute rummaging through the mess of clothes, shoes, and other junk, I finally locate my stash of toys, which I had the foresight to put in a small pouch just in case some nosy airport employee decided to check the contents of my luggage.
I want fast relief because I do need to sleep, so I choose my favorite toy, a bullet that can make me come in less than a minute.
But tonight it seems my body refuses to cooperate, and my faithful device is not doing the trick.
Goddamn it, Danny. You’d better not have ruined me for my toys.
I close my eyes and remember how he made me feel when he hugged me briefly, how his cheek felt against my lips.
Then my imagination runs wild, placing him in my room.
In my head, he kisses my neck and touches my body with his big hands.
I pinch my nipple through the fabric of my shirt and arch my back when I finally feel the tendrils of pleasure build between my legs.
When I climax, I pretend it’s Danny between my legs, pumping into me and fucking me into oblivion. I may have said his name out loud.
Blimey, I didn’t realize I had it that bad for him.
I do need to find a way to get him out of my head. In hindsight, getting off while thinking of him is not the best way to do it, but at least I’m relaxed now. I’ll figure out how to stop wanting him tomorrow.
* * *
The sound of someone knocking on my door disturbs my peaceful dream. I groan, hiding my head under the pillow and hoping whoever is bothering me will go away.
“Sadie? Are you there?”
Fuck. That’s Danny.
I jump out of bed as if I’ve been electrocuted. What’s Danny doing at my door at this hour? Katrina’s bed is empty, so she must not have made it back home yet.
I hurry to open the door, tripping over my duffel bag’s strap and colliding with the door.
“Ouch!”
“Jesus, what was that?” he asks.
I open the door with a jerky movement, not caring about how I look. If he’s here, there must have been an emergency. It takes me a second to notice he’s fresh out of the shower. His curls are still damp, and he smells soapy.
“What happened?” I ask.
His eyes widen when he sees me there, standing in all my just-out-of-bed glory. I must be quite the sight.
“Uh, you told me you had to be at practice at six. It’s a quarter till,” he says, smirking.
“What?” I shriek. “It’s morning already?”
“Yeah.”
“Bloody hell.” I pivot around and try to find my phone in the dark.
“Uh, should I wait in the car?”
“No, you can come in. It’s fine. I’ll change in the bathroom. Would you mind hitting the light switch? I can’t see a damn thing.”
The sudden brightness makes my eyes burn, but when I get used to it, I regret not sending Danny to wait in the car after all. My room is a fucking war zone.
“Better?” he asks.
“Uh, probably not.”
He steps around my stuff, looking at everything with curiosity. “What happened here?”
“I was too tired last night to tidy up my room.” I yank the cover off my bed so I can at least straighten it and accidentally send my bullet flying right into Danny’s hand.
“What do we have here?” He looks at the pink device, fighting to keep a straight face.
My cheeks are burning as I reach for it. “Give me that.”
I step back fast, clutching my bullet tightly, while Danny is watching with mirth shining in his eyes.
“Quit looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” he asks innocently.
“Like this is amusing to you.”
“I can’t help that it is.”
“Shut up. This is the most embarrassing moment of my life.” I bend over to grab the little pouch from the floor, but I forgot to zip it closed last night and, in my haste, end up spilling all my toys onto the floor. “Shite!”
“Whoa. That’s quite a stash. You weren’t kidding when you said you had needs.”
“I take it back. This is the most embarrassing moment of my life.”
I keep my gaze down, hiding my face behind my hair as I quickly shove everything into the container and out of sight.
Then I drop the pouch in my luggage, close it, and slide it back under the bed.
When I finally rise from my crouch and dare to look at Danny again, he still has a shit-eating grin on his face.
“What?” I cross my arms over my chest.
“Nothing. Maybe I should wait in the car and give you time to recover.”
“Recover from what?” I snap, even though I know exactly what he’s saying. I just told him I was embarrassed.
“Uh….” He rubs the back of his neck while his cheeks turn pinker.
Ha! I managed to turn the tables on him and I wasn’t even trying. It doesn’t make me less mortified, but at least I’m not the only one feeling uncomfortable as hell.
“Just sit down and wait for me. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
I grab the first pieces of clothing I can find in my dresser drawer plus my toiletry bag and then rush out of my room.
I usually take a shower in the morning, but since I’m already late, I just brush my teeth and wash my face.
I try not to cringe too much at the state of my hair.
It’s good that Danny saw me at my worst. I need him to remain in the friend zone at all costs.
It’ll be easier if he perceives me as one of the guys and not at all attractive.
I return to my room in less than five minutes and find Danny browsing on his phone. He looks up when I enter, no longer red-faced.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
He stands up, and the room becomes much smaller suddenly. He’s a tall guy, over six feet, with wide shoulders. But it’s not the size of his frame that makes it feel like the place has shrunk. It’s his presence that gives the illusion. He’s everywhere.
His eyes shift focus to something over my shoulder, so I turn to see what caught his attention.
“Do you need help putting that up?”
“Oh, the pinboard? Nah, I just need a nail and a hammer.”
“Do you have those tools?”
“No.”
He chuckles. “Okay. I’ll bring them next time.”
“Next time?” I arch my eyebrows.
He shrugs in a cute, boyish way, and my insides turn into gummy bears.
Danny Hudson must have a horrible flaw, and I need to find out what that is before my attraction to him gets out of hand.
“We’re friends, aren’t we?”
“Yep. Let’s go already before my roommate decides to show up and get the wrong idea about us.”
“She didn’t spend the night?”
“It doesn’t look like it.”
My intention of avoiding gossip becomes moot when we encounter several people in the hallway, either heading out or going to the bathrooms. Danny and I earn curious glances, which only sets my teeth on edge.
In the car park, he veers straight to the driver’s side but stops suddenly when he realizes his mistake. “Eh, you probably should be driving since it’s your car.”
“It’s fine. I’m not fully awake yet.”
I slide into the passenger side before more people see us together, pulling the hoodie over my head.
“Cold?” he asks me.
“Yeah.”
“If you weren’t late already, we could stop to grab coffee.”
My stomach growls at the prospect of the warm and delicious caffeine treat, but I can’t indulge.
“Maybe next time. I’m sorry I wasn’t ready. I forgot to set my alarm.”
“No worries. I didn’t mind coming up to your room.”
“I bet you didn’t,” I grumble.
He laughs. “You know, girls have it much easier. You have all those cool toys. I have to make do with my hand.”
I sink farther into the seat. I just pictured Danny wanking off, and that makes my core throb. My memories of last night come to the forefront of my mind, making my face feel hot again. I’m glad the hoodie is hiding it. But instead of changing the subject, I make it worse.
“That’s not true. What about blow-up dolls?”
“Have you seen the size of those? It’s not like I can hide them under my pillow.”
“There’s also this device made out of silicone or something that’s supposed to replicate a woman’s vagina. Dudes say it feels almost like the real deal.”
Danny groans. “Sadie, stop talking about sex toys.”
“You started it.”
“Well, now I want to stop,” he grits out, almost as if he’s in pain.
“Why?” On a hunch, I drop my gaze to his crotch and see the huge bulge his sweatpants can’t hide. God have mercy. “Oh. Sorry.”
He tries to fix his pants in a way that it’s not obvious he’s sporting wood. Of course I have to open my big mouth again.
“It’s fine. I get that guys can’t always control what their wieners do.”
“It would help if you’d stop staring at it,” he grumbles.
I look out the window, covering my mouth and trying to suppress the laughter that bubbled up my throat. I fail.
“Stop laughing, Sadie. This isn’t funny.”
The giggles take over, and I can’t stop.
“I’m sorry, but you have to see the humor in this situation.” I wipe the tears from the corners of my eyes. That’s how hard I’m laughing.
He grins. “Fine. It was funny. I’m glad we’re friends. I’d be double mortified if you were a girl I was trying to score with.”
My heart constricts in my chest at his reminder that he isn’t interested in me. But I can’t complain. I was the one who set the rules, after all.