Page 60 of Play Fake
EIGHTEEN
Waylon
I’m drivingto my place on autopilot with the radio turned up because I don’t have words at the moment and my mind is going a mile a minute wondering what the fuck I’m going to do when we get there. I know she understood the choice I gave her. I could tell by the way she hesitated, chewing her lip and mulling over the offer I’d made.
I’d told her plainly last night she could have whatever she wanted from me. She just needed to ask when she was sober. I needed to know for my sanity she was one hundred percent sure fucking me was what she wanted. But she’d also told me she needed liquid courage around me—why, I’ll never fucking know. If she paid any attention at all, she’d realize how much I want her. Need her. Would literally fall at her feet and beg her if I thought it would do any good at all.
But it wouldn’t. She would freak out and go running off, convinced I was making a joke or fucking with her. I needed her to see I was serious when it came to her, which meant I needed to watch myself tonight or I could fuck this chance up royally. No fucking pressure at all.
When we get to my place, my hand’s practically shaking when I go to put the key in the lock, and I’m silently begging the universe Easton was smart enough to listen and stay away from our place tonight with whatever hookup he has, especially if it was a mutual friend of ours like last night. A reminder of what a fuckboy I’ve been in the past is the last thing I need her having right now.
The apartment is dark now the sun is going down, but there’s just enough light in the kitchen I don’t flick on the lights but just guide her quietly to my room. I thank my lucky stars I have seniority over Easton and therefore have the en suite, which means I can close the door behind us and lock out any potential shenanigans.
The air grows thick with anticipation and need the second I hear the latch click behind me. I watch as she takes in the surrounding room, dimly lit by ambient lighting and the crack of twilight flooding in around the shades on the windows. It’s slightly less messy than usual and the bed is made for once because I’d had the smallest bit of hope she might come back here with me tonight.
She looks gorgeous in this light. Her curves outlined and her hair falling down around her shoulders, still slightly damp from the run in the rain.
“Neater than I imagined,” she smiles back at me over her shoulder.
“I try,” I smile back. “The bathroom’s the door to your right. Fresh towels are in the linen closet in there.”
I stay back several steps because I want to make sure this all stays no pressure for her. If all she wants to do is shower, change into one of my shirts and have me drive her back home, I’ll do it. I’ll come back here and jack off to the thought of her naked in my shower later, but I won’t touch her if she doesn’t ask for it.
“Okay,” she whispers, but then turns back to me. “But what about you? You’re soaked too.”
“I can wait. Change into something else in the meantime. Just let me grab a towel for my hair.”
“Okay,” she nods again, her voice remaining whisper soft.
I dodge around her, careful not to let our bodies collide because I don’t think I could take it. I open the linen closet and grab a towel from an upper shelf.
I lean into the shower and turn on the water instinctively. “The hot water’s pretty good. Pressure too, but it takes a minute to warm up.”
What the fuck am I even talking about? Fucking excellent that I’ve got her here and I’m babbling about water temperature and pressure. I am a fucking moron with zero game. She was right about that much. I don’t have any clue what to do with someone like her.
“You mean it doesn’t run ice cold for five minutes while it rattles and chokes?”
I smile, remembering her little Victorian clawfoot tub and shower in her house.
“Nah.”
Her lip turns in a little pout. “So, no risk of a repeat of seeing you in your Captain America undies?”
“You trying to get me naked again, Mac?” I tease. I like that her playful side is back.
“I just didn’t get a good look last time, considering I was in shock. And it’s not fair. Just want to know if the rumors are true.”
I got a good look. A very good look, shock and ice-cold water aside. I liked everything I saw. Like everything I felt touching her like that. I’d gotten hard as hell within seconds of her being pressed against me. I’d blamed it on morning wood when it was anything but. It was her. The woman had a spell over me.
“Rumors?” I ask absently, still too busy thinking about her half naked in my arms.
“Lots of chatter around campus about size, and I just want to know if the sorority girls are full of it or they’re offering fair and balanced reporting. Important to know if lies are being told around here.”
I can’t help but laugh, full and hearty in a way that makes my stomach clench because leave it to her to take a battering ram to a memory.
“That’s a pretty complicated way to ask me how big my dick is,” I smirk at her.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t ask you to tell me. I said I wanted to see. Cold hard evidence, you know.”
