Page 76 of Capture the Moment
“You could just crash with CJ, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind,” Georgia adds sending a devious look past my shoulder to the quiet girl behind me, and my face reddens.
“I could stay on the couch!” I offer but Cleo just sighs, standing up as well.
“The couch is way too small to fit you. I promise that my bed is big enough for the both of us, just don’t get too handsy, Lover Boy.” She yawns, stretching her limbs.
My eyes widen at Cleo’s response and I’m not one to block my own blessings, so I keep my mouth sealed as I follow Cleo to her bedroom after bidding all the nosey girls behind me a good night.
“Jace left some sweatpants here the other night, you could wear those to bed if you want.” She offers me a pair of grey Nike sweatpants that… wait…are these my sweatpants?!
And why the fuck are they here?!
My eyebrows raise at the sight of my pants in Cleo’s hands and I laugh a little at them as I head to the bathroom to change.
I’m about to leave the bathroom when I catch my reflection in the mirror. “You got this… this isn’t the first girls’ bed you’ve been in.” I say tomy reflection.
Butit isthe first girl that you’veliked.
I groan, running a hand over my hair and face before reentering the room with a large smile, faking it till I make it.
Cleo’s already laying in the bed, scrolling on her phone on the side closest to the bedroom window. I slip into the bed soundlessly next to her and she doesn’t make any show of emotions as I get myself situated laying facing her.
“Thank you,” She says with a yawn, the action causing a tendril of hair to fall into her face and without thinking I softly brush it away. Cleo shudders at the touch before relaxing into it, her eyes twinkling like all of the stars in the Milky Way as she flutters them open.
“For what?”
“Making my friends happy, Denver’s been so quiet recently, and Si Si and Georgia have been a little bit upset lately, so seeing them laugh and joke around with you really made me happy tonight.” She sighs contently.
“It was nothing.” I smile at her as her eyes flutter shut momentarily.
“It was everything for me, Blake Wilder.” She grins, rolling back her shoulders.
My heart warms and my dick twitches to life at her use of my full name. I usually hate when anyone says the full thing but coming from Cleo, it’s like words of pure seduction.
“I’m a cuddler, by the way,” She announces, causing me to stifle my laughter as she slides in closer to me, turning on her side. “You can be the big spoon tonight,Blakey,” she teases, pulling my arm around her.
I smile, tightening my grip, pulling her closer to me. I smile at the slight jump that Cleo does before bringing my lips to her ear with a smirk.
“Oh Princess, I’ll be anything you want me to be.” I laugh harder than intended as Cleo lets out a small groan, pinching the arm that’s around her waist.
We talk quietly in the darkness of the night and when Cleo becomes eerily quiet and her breathing is heavier, I know that she’s out for the count. I sigh, kissing the back of her head softly as she lets out a deep breath.
“Cleo Jones, you have my heart.”
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“Are you going tojust keep staring at me Lover Boy, or are you going to say something?” Cleo gives me all the sass in the world as she whirls her head to stare me down.
I sigh, content as I watch her with my head resting on the palm of my hand. Today, Cleo’s hair is down in loose curls. No bows, except the one on her tote bag and she’s wearing a custom pink SFU sweatsuit. The only reason that I know its custom is because no store on campus sells the color.
“You look beautiful today,” I blurt out, completely ignoring the fact that this girl is turning me into a word vomiting man.
“Don’t I look beautiful every day?” She asks, twisting my words. I chuckle as Cleo pulls out her phone for a small second before looking around the lecture hall as if she lost something.
“Where’s Denver? She said she was coming to class today…” She trails off, taking her bottom lip between her teeth.
I inwardly groan at the sight of her and force my eyes away. I cannot get hard in a room with over 50 people.Dead presidents, think about dead presidents.
