Page 60 of The Fantasy League
You’re fucking stuck with me, Red.
Abel’s words had been on an endless loop inside my head for the last two weeks, and now that we were in close proximity again, I wasn’t sure what to make of thisthingbetween us.
I felt like I was in a constant state of limbo when it came to him. We’d taken one step forward and decided to be friends and almost as immediately as it started, we were forced two steps back with him leaving the picture for nearly a month.
Once we got home from dinner, the two of us fell asleep on the couch almost instantly after we sat down. It was similar to the way we had the first time he came over and spent the night at the pool house.
Innocently with no ulterior motive.
But this time, when I woke up in the middle of the night to go pee, I realized that at some point in my sleepy Scarlett haze, I’d crawled up and cuddled myselfdirectlyon top of Abel’s chest.
Only God knew how long we’d lain like that. I assumed Able hadn’t noticed yet, being that he hadn’t shoved me off of him and instead was sleeping soundly beneath me.
Isubtlyattempted to slip out from the giant arm that was draped over my back, hoping that maybe he wouldn’t notice if I tiptoed up to my room like nothing ever happened.
But my plan failed… miserably.
I must’ve startled him when I tried to wiggle out of the hold he had on my back because he jerked awake with wide eyes. Of course, this also happened to be the exact moment that my arm decided it was no longer sufficient to hold my upper body weight, and my elbow buckled.
Meaning my face was falling, wide eyed, in slow motion.
Right. Toward. His. Face.
Thank God the guy had years of mastering his quick reaction time because he caught me by the shoulders before my face came crashing down onto his. Although him catching me wasn’t much better when it meant that my mouth ever so gently, with a featherlight touch, met his just thetiniestbit.
I sucked in a gasp when I felt his length against my stomach from underneath his shorts. I was too stunned to speak. Too stunned to move, knowing thatIdid that to him.
Jesus Christ, why did things like this have to happen to me at the worst possible times?
Our eyes locked and his breath grew shallow as his heat-filled eyes drifted down to the faint connection of our lips.
I almost gave in right then. Almost moved downward and dove for his mouth without a second thought. Took the risk to see if he would reciprocate or not.
It was only once he cleared his throat that I pulled myself out of the trance that I was in and backed my head away from his.
Pretending I was still half-asleep, I yawned, moving off of him and standing on my own two feet. I stretched out my arms over my head and then grabbed the throw blanket that lay over the back of the couch. Then I tossed it over the back of my shoulders, wrapping myself inside the cocoon.
I didn’t chance looking back at Abel as I pretended to groggily waddle up the steps to my bedroom.
Was I a hypocrite for acting like nothing happened? Yes.
Would I have to deal with the confrontation later? Hopefully not… but probably yes.
I peered over at the clock on the nightstand as I crawled into bed and curled up with the blanket I stole from the couch. It was only four in the morning, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.
A few minutes after I got settled into bed, I heard Abel’s heavy footsteps pound up the stairs until his bedroom door closed quietly.
There was a wall that separated us, but I could’ve sworn I could still feel a tangible tension between the two of us.
My hope of catching a few more hours of sleep before starting the day was a complete and utter failure. No matter how many times I tossed and turned, switched out pillows, or moved to the opposite side of the bed… I couldn’t freaking sleep.
How the hell was I supposed to anyway after Abel and Ikissed?
Okay, maybe the subtle lip touch we shared was questionable as to whether or not it could be classified as a kiss. But if there had been thetiniest bitmore pressure, it would’ve without a doubt been one, no matter what scale or scorecard system was being used.
After wrestling between the sheets for well over two hours, I huffed out a breath and rolled onto my back. I stared up at the white ceiling, watching the fan above me spin in endless circles.
Closing my eyes, I sank deeper into the mattress and pondered what it would’ve been like if I’d given in and allowed myself to kiss him.
