CHAPTER 6
Eve
It's pitch black in the room, but my eyes have always adjusted well to the dark. He's sleeping so peacefully. I haven't seen him look like this. He's absolutely beautiful. No flaw to be found on his perfect face. Meanwhile, my face and body are a map of unremembered pain.
His phone is on the other bedside table.
Would he have remembered to set an alarm?
I can check his Home Screen for an alarm, right?
Yeah, that's what I should do. I get out of bed and creep over to where his phone sits on the table.
Picking it up and looking at the Home Screen, searching for the alarm icon, I hear, "Going through my phone already?
It's kind of early in the relationship for that, isn't it? "
Maintaining my composure by the skin of my teeth, "I was checking to see if you had set an alarm.
I thought you might have somewhere to be this morning, and I didn't want you to miss it.
" He reaches out and grabs me by the waist, pulling me back into the bed.
Flipping us so that I'm back on my side of the bed and my face is flush with his chest, he inhales deeply.
I start to protest when he slaps me on the ass and says, "Shhhhh. It's Saturday morning. Go to sleep."
This bossy asshole is begging to catch these hands but, lucky for him, he's right. I'm sooooo comfortable with him wrapped around me and I'm still very sleepy. Welcoming the peaceful quiet that tugs at my mind, I drift away.
........................
I wake up doing my best impression of Saran Wrap plastered to the gorgeous, muscular, warm body beside me.
This feels so much better than it should.
..for safety reasons. Heart safety. My cheek is on his chest, so I can't see his face but, gauging from his breathing, I think he's still asleep.
Slowly and ever so carefully, I begin unwrapping my limbs from the lean Adonis in my bed.
As I pull my upper body away from him, I can see his face for the first time.
He's looking down at me with a knowing, sardonic smile.
"Going somewhere, Wildcat?"
Wildcat? This fucking guy. He's trying to get under my skin. Not going to happen.
"Nowhere, Cupcake."
One side of his mouth quirks up at the cheesy endearment.
"I have extra toothbrushes if you want to brush your teeth before I take you to your car."
I get up and walk to the bathroom. I'm still brushing my teeth when Adam walks in and opens the top drawer. He stares inside the open drawer and asks, "You must have a lot of sleepovers to equip your bathroom with four extra toothbrushes."
His voice is low and gravelly, but it's not from sleep. He seems... angry? Why is he angry about a stash of toothbrushes?
"You're my first, actually."
His head jerks toward me and he's studying me AGAIN. He seems to always be studying me.
"Your first?"
"My first sleepover. I've never shared a bed with anyone, not even V." It's only now that I take a moment to think that over. Why? Is that weird? Of course it's weird. He must think so too.
He continues staring at me for a moment before reaching for the toothpaste.
I finish and walk out of the bathroom. I'm so thankful for that private bathroom.
Vaughn and I both have our own. It was a major draw for the apartment.
Not that I needed it with Vaughn and Eli as the main prize.
I would live in a shoebox with those two but if there's anything I have an unyielding appreciation for, it's privacy.
Adam comes out of the bathroom and sits on the side of my bed. I have gathered the clothes I plan to wear today, and I start toward the bathroom when Adam snatches the items from my hands.
I lunge at him and attempt to wrestle the clothes from his hands.
He chuckles softly as though fighting me off is more funny than challenging.
He must decide this isn't funny anymore because he grabs me and throws me onto the bed.
Before I can react, he's sliding his body over mine.
He is on top of me AGAIN. Only this time, instead of pinning my legs between his, he uses his knees to spread my legs so that he can settle his hips between them.
Oh my. He pushes his hips against me, and I gasp.
I actually gasp and mentally turn the hose on myself for not keeping it together.
He is manhandling me AGAIN and all I can think is, are you going to take it further this time?
He runs his nose up my neck, across my jaw, and back to my ear.
My breaths are heavy and deep the entire time.
My body is quivering beneath his much larger frame.
His mouth is on my ear when he says, "What did you mean by that? "
Way more breathlessly than I intend to, I ask, "by what?"
"You said that I'm your first. You SAID that you have never shared a bed with anyone."
Still breathless, "Yeah."
"So...what? You get what you want and then kick the man out of your bed?"
"Uhhh...what?" I'm dazed and this man hasn't even kissed me.
Pull yourself together, Eve! For fuck's sake!
I push against his chest and realize I could sooner turn Stonehenge into falling dominos than I could move this block of muscle. He looks at me quizzically, cocking his head to the side.
"Or is it women?"
"Is what women?"
"Is it women that you are kicking out of your bed? Or is it men?"
Finally, my lust haze clears, and I realize what conclusion he has drawn. He thinks that either I screw guys and kick them out of my bed immediately after, or I'm a lesbian and I kick women out of my bed.
I laugh.
"None of the above."
His smile vanishes. Suddenly, he is looking at me, much like I imagine a lion looks at a wounded gazelle.
His glare drops to my mouth, and he slams his mouth to mine.
His kiss is aggressive and claiming. It's clear that not only did he not consider that I might not want him to kiss me, but he also doesn't care.
He is going to take what he wants, when he wants it.
What has gone wrong in my life that the first time I have ever been physically attracted to a man, it's a man that seems committed to taking my will from me? I wish I could remember.
I kiss him back thoroughly. My hands are in his hair. My legs are gripping his hips. He pushes his hips harder into me. He's bracing himself with an elbow on the bed and a hand on the back of my head, gripping my hair tightly. It hurts, but it's...hot.
So. Much. Trouble.
The hand that has held my hip in a bruising grip is now lifting the hem of my shirt and is softly drifting up my skin.
My back arches off the bed and I press my hips into him.
He growls. He actually growls. I can feel the lust building up in my abdomen and spreading down between my legs.
I'm so wet. I can feel it soaking my panties.
Can he feel it? Will he be able to see it?
Just then, three quick, loud knocks rap on the door of my bedroom. I jump and he stiffens.
"Eve, you here?" Shit. It's Vaughn.
I quickly slide out from underneath him and rush to the door. Swinging it open with a big smile on my face. "Hey V, what's up?"
Vaughn quirks an eyebrow and asks, "Since when do you greet me at the door?
" She brushes past me, talking about how Eli will be home soon, and she wants to plan something fun when she stops abruptly.
Stops talking. Stops moving. Possibly stops breathing.
Slowly. Ever so sloooooowly, she leaves her feet planted and turns her body back toward me, twisting her legs.
She drops her chin nearly to her chest and it's just then that she takes me in.
My hair must be a mess. I know my lips are swollen because I can still feel them pulsing.
Are my clothes rumpled? I look down. Yep.
Rumpled at best . Her eyes widen as she surveys the disheveled mess that is me.
"Eve?"
"Yeah."
"There's a football quarterback in your bed."
I look back to Adam. There is? I mean, I know that he's an athlete and I considered he may play football but quarterback?
Vaughn doesn't even go to school with us.
How does she know who he is and what position he plays?
The more I look, the more it makes sense.
I mean, what is he, 6'3 at least. He's muscular and definitely has quick hands.
He's demonstrated that several times already.
It's not that difficult to believe that he's good enough to be well-known locally now that I'm paying attention.
"Eve?" Vaughn asks, snapping me back to reality.
"Ahhh, yes. A football player. Right. V, this is Adam. Adam, this is my roommate, Vaughn."
"I know who he is." She looks at me incredulously. "Do YOU know who he is?"
"Of course I do. He's Adam, the quarterback."
"Yeah. Adam, the quarterback. The two-time Heisman Trophy winner, in your bed...on a Saturday morning." She draws out the morning part of her sentence as though she is putting more and more together.
"For the love of Gandhi! Did he spend the night?! With YOU?!? Oh, Eve." She says the last part with pity.
The whole time that V and I are going back and forth, Adam doesn't move. He stays on the bed, leaning back and propping himself up on an elbow. His face is an impassive mask.
"Ok yes, he did spend the night, but it's not what you're thinking. We watched a movie, and I fell asleep. Adam was kind enough to stay and let me sleep. I was just about to take him back to his car."
"Kind. Hmm...Ok." She takes a deep breath in and lets it out. "Phew. You have to know what this looked like. I mean, you're standing there all messy and looking freshly...well, you know. And then here he is on your bed." Vaughn chuckles. "Are you tutoring him?"
I glance at Adam, and he seems much less impassive now. Now, he's... angry? Why? He's glaring at my roommate. Maybe he doesn't like what she was insinuating. Maybe he doesn't like that she thinks I'm smarter than him.