Page 7 of Concussion Protocol
Hell, if the blanket hadn't been between us, I might have dry humped him until we both woke up screaming. And while I was certainly surprised to find a man in my bed this morning, the realization has done nothing to dampen the morning wood threatening to burrow a hole in my comforter.
Shane clears his throat. "How are you feeling this morning?"
It takes me several moments to register his question. I shake myself out of the gutter. "Uh, fine. I'm fine. Good."
There's definitely a dull ache behind my eyes, but I’ve felt worse after a late night of drinking.
A flash of his smile from last night after he'd made me laugh. Another flash of him on his knees and the way it made my body react. How achingly hard I'd been, so much so that pulling my underwear up over my boner was embarrassingly difficult. All the thoughts that had crowded my mind all night as I watched him talk start seeping back in.
The way he took care of me,especially knowing that I know his dickbag ex. I'm surprised he didn't run for the hills.
"I have a weakness for assholes with thick thighs and thicker brains."
I wish I could go back to waking up, and control my surprise so I could hold him for even a minute longer. I just want to feel him in my arms again, to make sure I was feeling what I thought I was feeling.
Shane suddenly appears in front of me, looking concerned.
"Is your vision blurry at all? Any headache?"
"Wh-What? No, I'm fine."
"Uh-huh, that’s the third time you’ve used that word. But then your eyes went all unfocused. Can you follow my finger?" I watch his finger move back and forth and up and down. Then I cross my eyes, stick out my tongue, pat my head and rub my belly just for effect.
He steps away from me with an amused roll of his eyes. "Alright, alright. But maybe you should get checked out again just to be sure.”
“I don’t need to get checked out again. I promise I’m…fine,” I say, unable to think of another word. “I was just lost in thought.”
“Forgive me if I don’t believe you after you lied about having a roommate last night.”
I shrug, because I don't really have a good defense for it. "I didn't want you to worry."
"If you're not going to tell me the truth, how do I know you're going to be alright?"
"I guess you'll just have to stick around and take care of me some more," I joke. It gets a laugh out of him, at least. I hold his gaze seriously. "I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself."
The truth is, I don't have many friends and all of my family lives on the other side of the country. I've got my teammates, sure, but a lot of them are douchebags. Especially Eric, who I never liked. I used to watch with envy at the way Shane would show up to practices and games, but Eric would bitch about him beingclingy. He probably would have enjoyed Shane's company more if he weren't fucking around on the side. I think he knows I’m the one who surreptitiously tipped Shane off that he was cheating after I watched him disappear into the bathroom with a random woman he’d been making eyes at.
"Well, if you get dizzy or throw up anymore, get a ride back to the hospital or see your primary care physician. Okay?"
"Are you leaving?"
He nervously runs a hand through his hair. "Uh, yeah. It's my only day off."
"Big plans?"
"If lounging around in my underwear watching shitty TV and eating an entire lasagna by myself is considered big plans, then yes."
"Damn. Want company?" I ask, laughing. I don't know why, but I want to spend more time with him. He intrigues me and makes my insides feel fluttery.
Shane's lips twist into a smile, and his eyes sparkle. He clearly thinks I'm kidding, and I don't want to look more pathetic than I already do, so I let it go.
"I'm just going to use your restroom, and then I'll be on my way. But I'll leave my phone number, in case you need… anything." He trails off and averts his eyes again.
I find it weirdly endearing that he can barely look me in the eye when he isn't in nurse mode, but then my forehead creases, and I worry that it's because I made him uncomfortable. Nodding, I sit back against the pillows. I should let him go. I've kept him long enough.
He's in the bathroom for a few minutes, and then I hear him shuffling through my apartment. He pokes his head in the door before he leaves.
"I left my phone number on the fridge."
