Page 65 of Afterglow
“Do you like watching people sleep, Princess?” I mumble.
Jaz doesn't care that she is blatantly eye fucking me. She licks her lips and I have to force a groan back down my throat.
“When the person is naked next to me and extremely good looking, then yes, I do like watching people sleep.”
I laugh. "I'll take it as a compliment,"
I tug Jazmine closer, planting her on top of me. Fear washes over me as I see her flinch when my dick touches her cunt. Fuck. I wasn't too rough, was I?
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Jaz shakes her head, moving closer to my chest so she can wrap her hands around my neck.
“I’m fine, just a little sore. Don’t let it go to your head but I’m not used to sleeping with someone of your size.”
My lips curve into a cocky smirk. “Too late, I feel my ego expanding already.”
Jaz laughs as I continue. “But, you know what they say? Practice makes perfect,”
I slide back to lean against the headboard. Jazmine's hard nipples brush my chest as I trail kisses down her neck. Whimpers escape her throat when I suck and nip at her skin. Possessiveness rolls though me at the thought of Jaz walking around campus with my marks on her.
“Mmm. Not to say this isn’t a great way to start the day,”
I groan into her neck. "Don't say it,"
“But we have class today. Plus,we have to finalise our thesis paper within the next couple days,”
Right. After my mess up at training, Jazmine's panic attack, our date, I have forgotten about the research project.
Our last game of the regular season is this weekend and my dad promised to be attending. The thought has nausea flooding my body.
I trace my fingertips over Jaz's waist in an attempt to distract myself. She moves away from me, putting space between us.
“You seem distracted, is everything okay?”
A small smile pulls at my lips. It's forced, but the last thing I need is Jaz worrying about me.
“Yeah, my dad is coming to the game on Sunday so, I’m slightly nervous.”
I haven't told Jazmine about my overbearing father or my mother's death. After her panic attack, she needs to focus on her mental health. I have kept my struggles inside for years, I can do it for longer if I need to.
I watch as Jaz's face shifts and I immediately sense her anxiety. "Hey, it'll be fine. I don't want you to worry,"
“I’m your girlfriend, it’s my job to worry about you,”
The word rolls of her tongue without hesitation and I fucking love it.
My girlfriend.
“Say it again,”
A laugh escapes Jazmine. “What? That I’m your girlfriend,”
I haul her back to me,closing the gap between us. I nip at her neck again. "Love…hearing…that," my words are mumbled between kisses.
Jaz groans before putting distance between us. “Enough of that. We won’t ever leave,”
I try to protest but she drags me to the bathroom. A pout forms on my face as if I was a puppy wanting her attention.
