Page 78 of Catching Feelings

?CHAPTER TWENTY

MILES

I shouldn’t be nervous. I’ve had women in my apartment before. Well, not exactly. I’ve hosted small gatherings that women attended. At some point during the night, I’ve brought a woman back to my room, had some fun, fucked her, then she went on her way.

Most women I’m with know I’m not the dating type. They’re not the ones interested in me anyway, so it works for both of us. But I’m not as slutty as most people think I am. Am I a saint? Fuck no. Am I a sleazebag? Also fuck no.

From what I’ve witnessed in college, in bars, and on the team, most guys like to get their dicks wet and not worry about relationships. It doesn’t make us bad people. We’re guys. We like women.

There are plenty of women who are just like us, and there are plenty who are not.

Rowan is one of those who is not, which is why I took some time to clean up my act in the hopes of earning her attention. She’s relationship material. The girl you bring to meet your family, which I already did.

Possibly rushed that one, but the timing worked and Aunt Lynn and Julia loved her. I mean, who doesn’t?

I glance at the clock and preheat the oven. Rowan will be here any minute. The team got back to Boston at two this morning and Coach gave us the weekend off. Thursday night games are brutal. The days before, trying to recover from Sunday’s game and condition for the next with a short turnaround, are hard on the body.

Since our next game isn’t for nine days, we get today and Saturday to rest. Sunday morning will be light conditioning and some film, but we’ll be out by noon so we can sit around with our friends and families and watch football for the rest of the day.

If I have my way, Rowan won’t leave my bed until Monday morning when she goes to work. She’ll need the rest Sunday morning, and I’ll wake her up with my face between her legs when I get back at noon. The next two days are going to be pure Heaven.

The buzzer by my door rings and I wipe my hands down my apron. Before I have time to consider if I should take it off, there’s a knock on my door. I pull it open and am greeted with the most beautiful sight.

“Fuck, you’re pretty.” I wrap my fingers around Rowan’s wrist and tug her into my chest, right before I kiss her.

She tastes like Heaven, smells like cake, and feels like mine.

I slow my kisses and tip my forehead against hers. “Hi.”

“Hi. That was quite the welcome.”

“There’s more where that came from.”

“I’m sure.”

“Come in.” We’re still in the doorway and I lead her into my apartment. “Can I get you something to drink? You look pretty, by the way. Have I told you that already?”

I’m not nervous. I’m anxious. Excited.Fuck. Maybe a little nervous. Cooking dinner for a woman, wanting her to stay with me for a weekend, that’s big fucking deal. At least it is to me.

Rowan folds her hands together in front of her and looks around my apartment. She’s wearing jeans that hug her ass, an ass I need to get my hands on, and a light-blue, long-sleeve top. She told me she wanted to go home and change after work, which was why I had to wait forever for her to get here.

Fine. Maybe not forever, but it felt like it.

I’d told her it didn’t matter what she wore because I planned on stripping her bare once she walked through the door. I was kinda all talk in our texts. While I wouldn’t mind her naked and under me—or on top of me—I’m not a total caveman. I can feed her first.

“I’d love a glass of water and whatever you’re having.” Her back is to me as she takes in my apartment.

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