Page 75 of Fall I Want
She’s hypnotic, and I almost fall under her spell. It’s a recipe for either disaster or heartbreak. Maybe both. One of us has to be logical, and right now, I hate that it’s me.
“I’m really sorry.” My voice drops an entire octave as I move to her ear and breathe her in. “It’s not rejection, it’s respect. I promise.” I run my fingers through her soft dark waves and gently tug. “I’m sorry,” I say again before I stand, remove my shirt and toss it in the oversized chair.
I walk to the kitchen with my cock so rock hard that it aches. I give myself a minute, trying to calm down, knowing I could be a man-whore monster. Without a doubt, I could fuck Autumn right there on the couch and pretend like nothing happened the next day. My ex predicted I would sleep with tons of women after our breakup, almost as if she wished for it so she’d feel validated for cheating on me with my best friend.
After I adjust the monster in my pants, I grab several napkinsand clean up the pizza smashed on the floor. I throw it away, then return, putting some space between us.
We speak in unison.
“Go ahead,” I say.
“You first,” she says.
“If I didn’t care about you, I’d fuck you right now.”
She laughs. “It’s fine. I’m used to rejection.”
“You’re not fling material. You’re the type of woman that men want forever with.”
“Even you?”
“Even me.” I’m not afraid to admit it. She deserves that at least.
Autumn looks away from me.
“And if weevercross that line, it won’t be when we’re drunk.” I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Understand?”
She nods. “If you’re one of those guys whose dick doesn’t work when you drink, I get it.”
I scoff. “I’d fucking break you.”
“Hm. Guess we’ll never know.” Her gaze slides down to my bulging cock.
I give her a smirk, catching her as she gulps.
“Actually, I retract that statement,” she says.
“Oh, I know.” I move my attention back to the food and movie. My mind isn’t on anything other than Autumn as she steals glances at me. I’m glad I’m seated because that sexy-as-fuck expression on her face makes me weak in the knees.
When we’re finished eating, I grab our dishes and put them in the sink.
I return to the couch, sitting close, and she leans her head against me. I lift my arm, allowing her to rest on me, and we lean back together, watching TV. Halfway through, my eyes grow heavy, and I’m relaxed with Autumn in my arms.
I don’t know how much time passes, but next thing I know, she’s waking me.
“Zane,” she whispers. “I think we fell asleep.”
I grin, tucking loose strands of her hair behind her ear. “You’re comfortable.”
“You are,” she says, yawning, but neither of us moves.
“Shall I call you a ride?” I ask, glancing at the clock. It’s just past midnight. “Unfortunately, I’m not in the position to drive you home.”
“Let me text Huber.” She holds out her arms to balance, then laughs as she walks to the kitchen.
A few minutes pass and she returns to me on the couch. “He’s not doing rideshare because of the rain. Apparently, the conditions are unsafe.”
I meet her eyes. “I guess we’re having a sleepover.”
