Page 89 of Brick Wall
“A guy like you? What is that supposed to mean?” She sounds a little insulted by my assessment.
“You know…” I say, waving my hands in front of me like a buffoon.
“I don’t know,” she says firmly. “That’s why I asked.”
I don’t answer her immediately, sitting as still as a statue.
Annie moves closer to me on the couch. Her voice is softer now as she says, “You are the best person I know. Tell me what’s going on in that stupid head of yours.” Annie then leans forward and lightly knocks on said stupid head.
I let out a deep breath but decide to look at my toes instead of her when I admit, “You can do so much better than me.”
“That’s not true,” she automatically retorts. She looks insulted again. Annie is so fiercely loyal. I love that about her.
There’s a moment of silence as I watch Annie intently. It looks like a lightning bolt hit her. “Wait, is that why you keep leaving me with your teammates?”
“Well, it’s going to happen at some point. Might as well happen now before we get in too deep.”
“It’s not going to happen,” she strongly says with a shake of her head.
“It is, especially when there are actual professional athletes to fawn over.” It’s what happens without fail.
“And you’re not a professional athlete?” Annie frowns. “Even if you weren’t, I would still love you!”
She pauses for a second and realizes what she just admitted. Her face turns a very cute shade of red. I don’t think she planned to say that. However, after a slight pause, she continues, “I don’t want anyone else but you. I am in love with you.” Annie enunciates those last few beautiful words.
“What?” I blink a few times. “You. Love. Me?” I ask, confused.
“Yes,” she says, pulling her body closer to mine and softly placing her right hand on my cheek. “I can’t imagine myself with anyone but you.”
I need to ask: “Are you sure?”
I thought maybe she’d laugh in my face or take back her words, but she leans forward, her hand still on my cheek. She looks straight into my eyes and says, “Yes, I’m sure.”
I place a hand on her cheek, mirroring her, and I instinctively lean in. She matches me, and our lips quickly find each other.
She drifts her hand up my face and runs her fingers through my hair while our lips are surged together. She then tugs on my hair to pull me closer to her.
I dip my tongue into her mouth, and she quickly reciprocates.
She throws a leg over my body and then moves until she’s straddling me without breaking our kiss.
Fuck, I can’t get enough of her, and I don’t care if I’m not good enough for her. She’s mine. I’m not letting her go.
I place one hand behind her back and lift her up; her legs are still straddling my waist. I sprint down the hallway with herand lay her down on my bed, still fully dressed. She’s about to remove her sweatshirt, but I place my hand on hers to stop her.
“No,” I firmly state. “That’s my job tonight.”
She just nods in reply.
I slowly crawl up her body and stop when I reach her stomach. I slightly lift her shirt and kiss her stomach before unbuttoning the top of her jeans and unzipping them.
I move further back down her legs and pull off her jeans where her bright red thong remains.
I take a deep breath and resume my job of stripping her bare.
Our eyes are locked on each other as I move up her body and pull up her sweatshirt above her head. Underneath, I discover a jersey with my name on it; she had it under her sweatshirt, so I didn’t notice it before now.
I take another deep breath, my eyes still locked with hers. “I changed my mind. I’m not stripping you bare. I’m going to fuck you in my jersey instead.”
