Page 11 of Friends Rucked Up

“It’s not your fault; besides, it doesn’t matter. I’m sure I’ll get a better night’s sleep tonight. How was your day?” If she’s staying over that might not be the truth, but I don’t want her to feel bad.

“Good, I suppose. Work went really fast and everyone was jolly which is always a bonus. The only downside is I’ve spoken to the manager of the apartment block I live in, and he says they haven’t been able to get anyone to come out to survey the building yet.” She gives me a sad smile, but it feels forced.

Is she secretly glad to be staying another night?

“That’s too bad.” My words don’t match how I’m feeling on the inside.

I get another night of her in my bed, and this time I’m not going to waste it by being grumpy about it. I’ve been on edge for more than twenty hours, when I should be taking advantage of having her here. I might not get another opportunity like this again.

“Is that the shirt I borrowed to sleep in?” she asks, looking at where I’m gripping it tightly to my chest.

“Yes. I was going to wash it.”

When she arrived, I wasn’t thinking about the position she was going to find me in. Now I know how bad this looks, and all I can do is try to shrug it off as nothing,

She tilts her head up like she understands, but I don’t miss the slight down turn of her lips. Way to go, Alfie. I bet she thinks I’m totally creeping on her. Worst of all, I can’t deny that maybe I was. Quickly getting up off the bed, I tower over her.

“There’s no point cleaning it yet. All my stuff is still locked up in my flat.” She holds her hand out to take the shirt.

I reluctantly let her take it. She folds it up before placing it on the pillow I was just laying on.

I head to the bathroom, giving us some much-deserved space. While washing my hands in the sink I notice a pair of boxers are missing off the radiator. I didn’t get a chance to put my washing away this morning, but where could they have gone? I didn’t move them so there’s only one logical explanation. Is she wearing my underwear?

“Hey Saylor?” I ask as I enter the hallway.

“Yeah?” she shouts from the bedroom.

“Did you take my boxers?”

She pokes her head around the door. “Yes. I didn’t think you’d mind.”

I blink a few times trying to come up with something to say. Holy fuck, I’m never going to be able to wash them again. She comes into full view wearing just my t-shirt.

“Put some more clothes on,” I snap while trying to get my blood flow under control.

It’s only early and surely she isn’t going to sleep just yet. If we’re going to survive this night without any uncomfortable moments, I need her to cover up.

Way to go, Alfie.Already I’m messing up my plan to be less grumpy.

She ignores my outrage. “I only have one outfit so I’m hoping you’ll let me use your washer.”

That makes sense. The poor girl has been left with nothing and I’m too busy thinking about how she affects my dick. “Of course. Let me find you some joggers, then we’ll fill up the machine.”

Pushing past her. I enter the bedroom and dig her some trousers out of the drawer. I hold them up for her, but instead of taking them she just frowns at me.

“Why are you acting weird?”

I shake my head as denial easily falls from my lips. “I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. Ever since you said I could stay it’s like you’re regretting it or something. If you want me to find somewhere else to stay, I will.” She puts her hands on her hips.

“No. Don’t do that. I’m just not used to having someone in my space. I want you to be comfortable. What’s mine is yours. Take the joggers and make yourself at home.” I practically push the trousers into her arms and leave her to change.Get a grip, Alfie.

Chapter Five

Saylor

Okay, I’m definitely not imagining his weirdness. It’s like he’s on edge around me which is out of character for him. He’s Alfie freaking Nash. Women literally fall at his feet; he has so much confidence on the field and he’s usually a charismatic guy.

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