Page 33 of Missed Notes (Rixon High 5)

“Will you lie with me?”

Fuck.

She was still drunk. She didn’t know what she was asking, and yet…

“Please,” she whispered, and my resolve crumbled.

“Yeah, okay.” I swallowed, padding over to the bed. Pulling back the covers, I got in beside her, keeping a safe distance.

Just because she wanted me to lie with her, didn’t mean she wanted me to touch her.

But Sofia had other ideas. Rolling over to face me, she crept closer, until she was nestled into my side.

“Sofe?” I asked, my blood heating at her sudden proximity.

“Hmm?”

“My offer stands. If you ever want to talk—”

“Cole?”

“Yeah.”

“Go to sleep,” she murmured, burying her face into my chest. Her hand snaked over my stomach, making my dick twitch.

I wasn’t a dog, but I was an eighteen-year-old guy, and I had the girl of my fucking dreams wearing my t-shirt in bed with me.

It was impossible not to be affected.

Minutes ticked by as we lay there in deafening silence. Sofia was asleep, her gentle breaths at odds with the violent crash of my heart beneath my rib cage.

I lay perfectly still, soaking up the moment. Imagining that we were here under different circumstances. Because I didn’t doubt that when she woke up, sober and lucid, Sofia would shut me out quicker than I could say, ‘Go Raiders.’

But that was tomorrow, and it could wait.

For now, I’d pretend. I would pretend she needed me, that shewantedme here.

I would pretend that this was real.

* * *

I woke on my side,spooning Sofia with my arm slung possessively over her waist. But I wasn’t the only thing awake. My dick was too, comfortably nestled against her perfect ass.

I needed to extract myself from the situation before she—

Sofia yawned, arching her body away from mine slightly. “What time is it?” she asked.

“Uh, like eight. How are you feeling?” I rolled onto my back, putting even more space between us as I willed my dick to stand down.

“Like I purged my soul.”

“You drank a lot.”

She let out a heavy sigh. “If this is the part where you scold me, save your breath. I know I screwed up.”

“Actually, I was going to ask if you wanted to talk about it.”

“I don’t.” She went rigid.

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