Page 226 of Rock Me All Night
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Iwakeup in Drew's arms. I lie there for half an hour, soaking in the comfort of his body, trying to sort through what the hell last night meant.
He stirs, kisses me on the forehead, and shifts out of bed. "It's almost nine. You're gonna be late to class."
Dammit. I hightail it to my room, shower, dress, and pack my backpack.
Drew is at his door, doing pull-ups from a bar hanging off the frame. No shirt. Running shorts. Sweat dripping off the hard lines of his back and shoulders.
A buzz of want builds between my legs. By the time I walk down the stairs, it's everywhere. Even my fingertips want Drew. Especially my fingertips. They're desperate to touch every inch of him.
He drops to his feet with a heavy sigh, then makes his way to the kitchen. His eyes flash with a hint of something mischievous. His gaze meets mine and his lips curl into a smile.
Like he knows I'm staring.
Like he knows I'm desperate.
Like he knows I'm powerless to do anything but melt.
* * *
My internship runs late. The second I'm home, I change into jeans and a t-shirt and collapse on my bed. I barely have time to catch my breath when there's a knock on my door.
"Come in," I say.
Drew opens the door. He's wearing pajama pants. No shirt, just pajama bottoms.
"You want to mockBatman and Robintogether?" he asks.
I should finish my homework, but this sounds like a lot more fun. "Sure."
He helps me off the bed and walks me to the couch.
Drew turns the lights off one by one. Downstairs gets dark in stages until the only light is coming from the pool outside.
He pulls the blinds so that's gone too.
Drew sits next to me. Not on the middle cushion, but on mine. Our knees touch. He leans into the backrest, shifting his hips up ever so slightly.
I must be imagining things.
There's no way Drew is this evil.
He turns on the TV and loads the DVD. I try to keep my eyes on the screen and not on the light flickering over Drew's shoulders and chest. It's quite the challenge.
He shifts to the middle seat in one smooth movement. There's no relief from the ache building inside me.
Whatever this is, it's not back to normal.
Maybe he was right. Maybe normal is impossible after that kiss. It's still burned into my brain, my lips, my skin.
His attention is on the movie. I try to follow suit. We watched this all the time when we were younger. Every time, we mocked it mercilessly. Today, nothing. We're silent.
Drew turns to me. He pats his shoulder like he's offering me a pillow. I swallow hard. Not a good idea if I want to keep things anywhere in the vicinity of platonic.
I want him to push me on the couch and rip off my jeans and t-shirt and fuck me until I'm screaming his name so loudly the neighbors call the police.
But it's not worth losing him forever.
