Page 27 of Definitely Not a Thing
Damn.
“Amelia… what’s up?” he groggily asked, unaware of the commotion the protrusion in his boxers was causing in my head.
Heart.
Panties.
“Oh. Uh… you ordered food?” I asked, holding the bag up. “The driver came to my apartment instead – I think you didn’t put the apartment number?”
He squinted at me, leaning in the doorway. Behind him, the apartment was dark and still, not even the flicker of a TV. Just his music.
He scrubbed a hand over his sleep-swollen face like he was still trying to shake it all off. “Damn,” he muttered. “That was some hours ago.”
“Yeah – the driver kinda took their time delivering it. I don’t think it’s really edible anymore. Sorry.”
Calvin shrugged as he scratched his head, inadvertently giving shape to the flattened coils on his left. I could tell exactly what side he’d been sleeping on.
Hard.
“You didn’t do shit,” he muttered, taking the bag from me. “Thank you for letting me know. I would’ve been wondering what the hell happened.”
For some reasons, my eyes followed the bag as his hand dropped to his side… which led my gaze straight back to his dick.
He didn’t notice.
When I forced my gaze back to his face, he was still clearly halfway out of it, enough to make me step forward a little.
“Hey… uh… are you okay?” I asked, and he immediately focused on me, nodding.
“Yeah, sorry. Just… shit, I didn’t mean to crash like that.”
I nodded. “Yeah, then you wake up all confused, and still tired…”
“Exactly,” he nodded. “And now I’m about to be up all night looking stupid.”
I laughed. “Yeah… can unfortunately relate. Busy day?”
“I wish,” he scoffed. “Just… workout, sit around. Work out some more, sit around. Living the dream,” he said, words dripping with a kind of bitter sarcasm I’dneverheard from him before. “Shit,” he mumbled. “Uh… thank you again for letting me know what happened with this.”
“Of course,” I replied. “I kinda feel bad for waking you up.”
“You can wake me up for anything, Sweetheart.”
Ooh.
In that low, groggy, tone, that shit made my stomach flip.
“I told you to stop calling me that,” I said, trying to deflect from my visceral reaction to him.
“My bad Li-Li.”
“Not that either!” I insisted with a groan. “See? Nevermind about feeling bad.”
He put a hand to his chest. “You’re turning on me so easily in my vulnerable moment, damn.”
“Vulnerable moment?” I asked, and he blinked a bit, like was processing his own words before he shook his head, shuttering whatever had been there the moment before.
“You don’t see how exposed I am right now?” he asked, gesturing at his dick.
