Page 75 of Never Say Never
“And…” I open the door. “Here it is.”
We walk in and admittedly, the thirteen-by-fifteen space is nothing to get too excited about. Landon’s still not done a lot of decorating. But the blue-gray bedding and dark wood furniture, combined with a painting of the ocean I bought, help it look pulled together.
“So this is me. And there’s the door to the bathroom.”
“You’re neat.” There’s no clutter visible, so I can see why she would say that.
“Not always, but it helps me calm my mind at night to keep the room clean.”
“No stimuli.”
“Exactly.”
She walks over and sits down on the bed. “I need a breather.”
“Nothing from Taylor yet?” I walk over and join her on the side of the bed.
“No. But given everything that just happened, I’m starting to think I’ll need to get a new place? Like, even if she figures out who the photographers are, that doesn’t really solve the big-picture problem.”
“Yeah, privacy and security.”
“Yep. I can’t believe I have to deal with this in the middle of the season.”
I try to find a way to reassure her. “Don’t worry, we’re in this together.”
“Better Together, right?” She grins, and then briefly rubs two fingers on my thigh where my tat is.
She moves her hand off me after maybe three seconds of contact, but it’s enough to wake up my dick. I’m half hard by the time she’s no longer touching me.
Sitting on my bed with her isn’t helping.I stand up and subtly readjust myself.
“I think I have an extra blanket in the closet. Let me grab it, and I’ll set up my floor-bed.”
Her face twists. “Are you sure you’re okay with the floor?”
“You’re in season and need to get your rest. I’ll be fine.”
“Okay.”
I walk over to my dresser and pull out an old high school T-shirt and sweatpants. “Here, for sleeping. There’s an unopened toothbrush in the top drawer of the bathroom vanity too.”
She stands and takes the clothes, the hint of a grin appearing as she looks at them. “Thanks for everything.”
She disappears to change, and I set up my sleeping arrangement on the floor. Nothing I can’t handle. It’s like using a sleeping bag.
I pull out my phone to discover there still isn’t anything new from Taylor in our group chat. I guess at this point, Avery’s situation is a tomorrow problem.
I quickly strip off my own shirt and pants and slip into the makeshift bed. Usually I sleep naked, but I leave my boxers on and bring the blanket over me so I’m covered up.
Another couple of minutes go by, and then she comes out of the bathroom.
Fuck.I try not to stare. But Avery in my shirt? Her dark hair loose and flowing over the faded fabric, her tits creating curves around my high school team’s logo?
Teenage me would be losing his mind.
The current version is close too.
She has no awareness of the thoughts passing through my head, of course, and gives me a small smile.
