Page 35 of Catching Feeling

The last thing I remember before falling asleep is that I don’t think that it was the comfort of the movie that I needed after all.

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reese

Sweet Tart

Iwoke up in the middle of the night with Viv’s head in my lap and my arm slung over her waist like it belonged there.

Her silky, dark hair was spread out like a halo around her as she slept.

Fuck, I loved it more than I should have.

It felt better than it should have, and I should’ve gotten up and gone to bed since my arm had been asleep for I don’t even know how long, but instead, I stayed exactly where the fuck I was without a second thought.

But, of course, when I woke up for the second time this morning with sunlight streaming in the windows, she was nowhere to be found. I was late for class because I slept through my alarm, but it was absolutely worth it.

I got a workout in after class, then went to practice, and now I’m lying in bed, staring at the ceiling.

I know Viv’s home because I hear the shower running, and I’m trying my damnedest not to think about her in there.

Naked. Soapy…Wet.

Groaning, I reach down into my gym shorts and adjust my hardening cock.

I truly did not think this whole roommate thing through. Obviously. I’m pretty sure I’ve been walking around with a permanent semi for the last few weeks.

To distract myself, I reach over and grab the book off my nightstand, opening it to the page that I dog-eared and picking up where I left off.

I’m so engrossed in the pages that I don’t even hear Viv knock, but then my door opens, and suddenly, a shadow falls over me, causing me to almost jump out of my fucking skin and slam the book shut.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I try to shove it under me before she sees what it is, but she snags it out of my hand before I’m able to.

Damnit, she’s quick.

“Another book?” Her dark brow quirks, and her lips follow suit. “Wow, Reese, you’ve been holding out on me.”

“I— It’s…” I stammer, unable to think of a fucking excuse other than that I picked up the stupid thing because I wanted something to talk with her about. Common ground. And I know she’s into this shit.

I’ve been having nightmares for three days, so I haven’t decided if it’s worth it or not yet.

“The Supernatural: Why the Unexplained Is Real,” she reads aloud. “Never took you for a reader.”

Sitting up, I snatch it back out of her hand and shove it under my pillow. “Well, that’s because you don’t actually know me, Viv. I’m a multitude of things that you don’t know about. Lots of layers. Complicated ones.”

She laughs. “Oh?”

“Yep.”

Her eyes flick around my room, stopping on the bookshelf full of trophies and medals. She walks over to the shelf and drags her purple-painted finger over the nameplates.

“You’ve got a lot of awards. Mmm. Most valuable player?”

She picks up one of my Little League awards and turns to me, waving it in her hand.

“Ah, yes, that one was from the fourth grade. There are about six more up there if you were wondering.”

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