Page 64 of Hitting the Goal Line
“Nope.” I say, just as the elevator opens on the floor the room is on.
I walk out of the steel box and make my way down the hall. When we get to the door, I finally put Sophia on her feet and thankfully, she doesn’t object this time. Once the door is unlocked, I open it for her and follow her inside.
When I booked the room, I thought that I would be the only one using it or at the very least, give it to my parents if they didn’t want to head back to the apartment. So, I didn’t think when the front desk person said that they had a king bed available. I just took it.
Now that Sophia is here with me, I’m kicking myself in the ass for not asking for a room with two beds.
We both take a second to look at the single bed.
I clear my throat and scratch the back of my neck. It suddenly got a little hot in here.
“You take the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor.” I suggest, feeling awkward.
We’ve shared a bed before. We’ve also shared a hotel room, so I don’t know why I’m suddenly hot thinking about it now.
I live with the woman. Her bedroom is down the hall from mine. If I’ve been able to live with her for the past two years, I sure as hell can handle this.
“It’s fine, Blake. We can share a bed. We’ve done it before.” She gives me a small smile before looking away. “Do you think I can borrow a shirt or something?” she asks eyes moving to the duffel by the wardrobe. “I really don’t want to sleep in jeans.”
Without thinking, I go to my bag, and pull out a shirt and hand it to her. She gives me an appreciative smile before heading to the bathroom to change.
“Get it together,” I tell myself, as I go back to the bag and pull clothes out for me to sleep in.
We live together, sharing a bed isn’t any different. Besides, it won’t even be for one full night. A few short hours aren’t going to hurt us.
That’s what I keep telling myself up until Sophia comes out of the bathroom, wearing just my shirt. The second she steps through the doorway, that thought process of being able to handle a few hours, goes out the window.
Sophia wearing my clothes and it effecting me, isn’t a new thing. I’ve been getting hard-ons at the vision of her in my clothes for fucking years. It’s been one of the constant images that plays in my mind whenever I’m in the shower or in bed and I need to blow some steam.
But tonight, winning the cup and the drinking must be making me hypersensitive to everything that Sophia does, because not only is my dick getting hard just by the sight of her, but my hands itch also to grab her and find out if she’s wearing anything underneath. I’m usually able to control the urges that come with Sophia by putting distance between the two of us, by going to my room or heading to the rink, but that’s not going to happen tonight, or this morning I should say.
“Bathroom is all yours,” she says as she climbs into the bed, her hair in a messy bun at the top of her head.
Oh, how I want to reach over and unravel her hair.
She dyed it a few years ago and it’s now this honey blonde that suits her skin tone perfectly, and I just want to dig my nose deep in the strands and take in her smell. If my damn nose wasn’t broken and I was able to fucking smell, I would have done it while I held her.
Without saying a word, I get up from where I was sitting on the bed and head to the bathroom.
I don’t take a long time in there just enough for Sophia to fall back to sleep.
So when I go back to the room, I try to be quiet as possible but those efforts are for nothing when I climb into bed and find Sophia wide awake.
“I thought you would be asleep,” I say, turning my head to look at her.
“I think the energy from the game is still running through me,” she says, a small smile playing at her lips.
“You were dead asleep downstairs,” I respond, narrowing my eyes at her.
“Maybe I was faking it so you would carry me home. Key word being home because I didn’t know you got a room for tonight.”
I shrug against the mattress. “It was an impromptu decision just in case I drank too much.”
“Smart man,” she says through a chuckle. Hearing it, has me wanting to move to her side of the bed so that I can drown in the down while I hover over her.
Sharing a bed is definitely a bad idea.
We lay there in silence for a few minutes, me looking up to the ceiling with my hands on my bare chest and Sophia lying on her side with her hands under head.
