Page 59 of One More Round

“Hey, Morgan,” I say, ignoring him.

“Hi, Simon. Do you feel rested? We were getting worried about you, I was about to send Dex in.”

I laugh because it’s cute she was worried, and tell her, “I’m still in a fog, but I think a shower will help. I need food though.”

Just then, the front door opens and Ruby and Link walk in laughing with arms full of food.

“Taco Bell has arrived,” Link announces.

“Geez Louise, how many people are you feeding?” Morgan asks, looking at all that they’ve carried in. There has to be at least four big bags full of food in their arms.

“Look, we didn’t take orders, so we wanted to cover all our bases,” Ruby says, setting a bag down on the coffee table.

She looks up through the half wall into the kitchen at me and smiles. “We brought you food too, Sleeping Beauty.”

“Yeah, we figured the smell would be enough to wake you from your slumber and the last thing we wanted was a Simon conniption fit when there wasn’t any extra TB,” Link says, walking into the kitchen for napkins and soda.

I elbow him in the side as I walk by.

“Thanks. I’m starving,” I tell Ruby.

“Why isn’t Gia with you guys? Did she have a deadline or something?” I ask Ruby, who plops down next to Morgan on the couch.

Ruby busies herself with sifting through food bags and Morgan looks away briefly before saying, “I don’t know, but she wanted to let you sleep.”

I just nod and Link hands me a wad of napkins.

Something seems off. But, I guess I’ll find out soon enough.

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After way too much Taco Bell and a long, hot shower, I finally make it over to Gia’s. When I told her I was on my way over, she said she was hopping in the shower and to text when I got there. I knock on the door and I hear a distant “Just a sec.” Then there’s the sound of some shuffling and I can tell she’s on the other side.

“It’s just you, right, Si?” she asks.

“Uh, yeah.” I’m confused by the question.

Then the door unlocks and opens, and I understand why. There, standing in only a bath towel is the star of all my fucking wet dreams. Her hair hangs wet around her shoulders and I can see the little droplets of water drip down her chest, running to where I can’t wait to be.

“Shit. G, this scene is going to star in all my dreams for months to come,” I tell her, just standing there admiring her.

“Oh my God,” she reaches a hand out and tugs me to her. “Get in here before someone walks by.”

I stumble in as she closes the door.

It takes everything in me not to just push her up against the door, but then she turns to face me and she’s biting her lip. I let out a growl and push her up against the door anyway. She lets out a surprised yelp as I bury my head in her neck, kissing away all the water droplets taunting me.

Her arms go around my neck and in a breathy moan, she says, “Simon, please let me finish drying off.”

“No need, I’ll take care of it,” I say, pushing her hair over her shoulder and following a rogue droplet down to the space between her breasts. She sighs but tries to push me away.

“Not now, Simon. I promise, we can pick back up in a little bit, but back in my room.”

I start to make my way back to her mouth. I kiss her long and deep before detaching myself.

“Fine. But only because what I plan on doing to you would be better with a bed involved,” I tell her, pushing my hand through my hair.

She blushes but that’s when I really look at her and notice something is off. She seems nervous.

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