Page 45 of Changing the Play

West watches me for a second, then he’s leaning forward and brushing his nose down my cheek. I inhale a sharp breath and he moves to my jaw and the side of my neck. “You smell so good,” he murmurs, lips dragging over my skin. He’s getting distracted and honestly, distracting me too.

He doesn’t stay that way long, though. With a heavy sigh, he sits back. He grips my hip with one hand and my chin with the other, forcing my gaze to stay on him. “Do you know what Marcus said to me in the locker room after the game?”

Obviously, I don’t, so I shakemy head.

West chuckles, but it doesn’t sound happy. “He said, ‘is your little boyfriend waiting on you?’” My stomach sours. God, I hate that people are treating him that way. “My first thought, Darcy—thevery firstthing that came to my mind was, my God, I hope so. So no, I’m not worried about other people. That hasn’t changed. It won’t change. If you’re just not interested or this was a one-off for you, that’s alright. But I’d really like it to be more. I’d like to take you to dinner. A date, this time. A real date. A date where we actually acknowledge that’s what it is, because let’s be honest, the last one was a date too. We just didn’t know it yet. Or maybe I didn’t know it. My previous point still stands. I don’t care what people think of me, as long as they don’t hurt you.”

He runs his fingers through my hair, his deep brown eyes tracking the motion. Then he’s trailing his fingertips down the side of my face and across the bridge of my nose, lingering on the freckles I have there with a small grin. “So.” His eyes find mine. “You’re not really saying anything and I’m starting to freak out. So if you could share your thoughts with me, I’d appreciate it.”

My thoughts? Jesus. “Um—” Wow. Very eloquent. “Well, I—yes. Yes to all of that.”

West narrows his eyes at me, letting out a slight laugh. “All of it? Even theif you’re not interestedorif it’s a one-offpart?”

“Oh my God. Shut u—”

“Damn, I reallydidbreak you.”

I don’t give him a chance to say anything else. Leaning in, I bring our lips together. Let’s see him be snarky now. He groans, his arms finding their way around my body and pulling me in close.

Wait, wait, wait. I draw back. “I hate to say it, but we should probably shower. You, especially.”

West scoffs. “Are you saying I smell bad?”

“No.” I shake my head, dropping my eyes to his crotch. “I’m saying you have pants full of cum and that’s probably… awful.”

He groans. Not a sexy one this time. Shame. “You were supposed to wipe that from your mind.”

I climb off his lap. “No can do. Come on. Shower time. I’m gonna order some cookies since you denied me dinner, and then we’re going to stuff our faces and hang out.”

West perks up, excitement flashing in his eyes. “You’re staying?”

Well, I was planning on it. “Uh, unless you want me to leave.”

“No,” he blurts. “Hell no.” He stands up before wrapping an arm around my waist and kissing me again. He’s insatiable. I’m here for it. When our kiss ends, he’s grinning. “I’ve wanted to do that for weeks, I swear.”

My stomach does a little flip as a smile of my own jumps to my lips. “Oh, yeah?”

His cheeks flush pink, and he looks a little shy. “Yeah, I really wanted to during our last tutoring session. It’s why I couldn’t concentrate.”

Well, that’s good information to know. “I just figured I was boring you.”

West shakes his head. “You could never bore me, Darcy. But then your dad interrupted, and I got all weird about it because I wasn’t sure if you answered his call because you didn’t want to kiss me.”

My throat gets a little tight, so I have to swallow a couple of times before I can speak. “If I could go back and ignore that call, I would. I wanted you to kiss me more than anything, but I wasn’t sure what to do when I turned around and you were all stand-offish. I thought maybe you regretted it.”

“Never,” he whispers, cupping my face and slamming his lips back to mine.

My cock is thickening again by the time he breaks the kiss. We just stand there for a minute, watching each other. Finally, I clear my throat. “Go shower. I’ll get cookies ordered.”

“Okay.” He kisses my forehead before turning and heading for the bathroom.

When the door clicks shut and the shower starts, I call to place our cookie order, and then I find myself wandering around. I really need to change clothes, so I take it upon myself to raid West’s dresser, pulling out a pair of sweats with a drawstring and a t-shirt. I’ve just finished changing when he walks into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

It’s very reminiscent of the first day I came here, but unlike that day, I feel like I’m actually allowed to look. So, I do, my eyes traveling slowly up his body and taking in all the sharp lines and edges. He’s basically chiseled like a God. I’d almost feel a little insecure if it wasn’t for the fact that I made him come in his jeans not half an hour ago.

But, hey, he also didn’t see me naked, so I guess that could have been a fluke.

“Jesus Christ.” West’s voice startles me out of my staring and I dart my eyes to his. I don’t think he even noticed the way I was drinking in the sight of him, since it seems he was doing the same thing.

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