Damon sagged against the wall of the shower. The cold tile barely registered against his skin. He sighed out in relief after his release and let go of his cock. The sight of her in his shirt had him harder than a rock and his palms had itched to grab her. He'd been selfish enough not to hand her a pair of shorts. Big mistake. The best thing he could do for her was shut that door between them.
He hoped like hell she was already in bed and asleep by the time he walked out, but at the same time he didn't want to miss her in his shirt again. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why the hell did he talk her into staying the night again? It hadn't been planned. The plan was to do some anger practice and then take her home.
But when he'd seen her lids drooping, her eyes watering from her yawns until she'd had to wipe them with her fists, all he could think about was getting her to bed. Why, though? Why did he have this overpowering urge to take care of her? It made no sense. He'd never wanted to take care of anyone in his life. Anyone but himself.
Missy isn't just anyone.
That was true. Missy wasn't just anyone. She was Missy. Sweet, kind, gentle, Missy. She needed someone to take care of her, to have her back and stand up for her. To protect her. Damon didn't want to be that person, but...he didn't want anyone else doing it.
Which just confused the shit out of him. The things he felt and thought around Missy were things he'd never felt or thought before. For as long as he could remember, he hated women. Thanks to his mother. He used them for sex and nothing more. Then he'd let his guard down with Kaitlyn, but he'd never fully given into her. Didn't help because she'd still fucking burned the hell out of him.
But no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't hate Missy the same way he hated the rest of them. Couldn't put her in the same circle or category.
The water started to run cold, so Damon finished scrubbing and jumped out. He dried himself with the towel as slow as he could before putting his shorts on. Then did the same when brushing his teeth. When he finally opened the door, his chest tightened at the sight of her in his bed.
Missy was curled up on her side, facing the wall with her hair piled behind her. The blanket was draped over her hips and she was hugging the pillow again. She didn't move to look at him.
"Missy?" He whispered, leaning over the bed to look at her. Her breathing was even and there was nothing to tell him she was awake. Damon turned the lights out and slid into bed. He laid there staring up at the ceiling for a moment.
Then threw caution to the wind and rolled towards her. Fuck waiting for her to come to him in her sleep. He slowly pushed his arm under her pillow and, making sure he wasn't on her hair, he gently slid up behind her, wrapping his other arm around her waist. She took a deep breath and made a humming sound.
Damon froze, waiting to see if she'd wake up. When all she did was snuggle in and her breath evened back out, he moved his hand around beneath her pillow, searching for her wrist. Once he had a hold on her, he rested his head on her pillow, above her head. His nose in her hair and his arm tight around her waist.
Their bodies were flush against each other. Hers soft, his, hard. Missy moved, pushing her feet between his calves. Her silky smooth legs rubbing against his hairy ones. He felt so big next to her, like, if he rolled over, he'd swallow her whole.
He inhaled her deeply, her smell was fresh and clean with a little bit of lemon thrown in. Damon found that he loved the smell. Loved? What the fuck? The only things in life that he loved were; football, the sounds of the stadium cheering, and the rush of adrenaline he got during a game.
But the smell of a woman? This woman? Yes. Fuck him, yes. He loved the smell of her and he'd just go ahead and stay on his roll and admit that he loved the feel of her against him. Shit. He'd never thought he'd admit to things like that, never thought it would actually happen to admit to.
Damon took another deep breath and closed his eyes. He felt like he'd just closed his eyes when his alarm went off. He rolled to the side, keeping his hand around Missy's wrist with his arm under the pillow, he stretched out and grabbed his phone to swipe the alarm off.
He sat the phone back down and rolled back to her. She barely stirred.
"Missy." Her name was a whisper on his lips. She hummed lightly but didn't wake. "Missy." Damon gently brushed a few strands of her hair away from her face and neck, then rubbed her cheek with his knuckles. "Hey. I have to go to class. You can stay here. Stay in bed." My bed.
"Hmm." She hummed again, then tilted her head to the side. Her eyelashes fluttered before slowly opening. "Damon?" Fuck. He loved the sound of his name in her husky morning voice.
"Yeah, babe. I have to get to class. You can stay as long as you want today." He resisted the instinct to kiss her temple. "I have practice this afternoon, so I won't be home until around eight. You'll have the house to yourself most of the day." Damon realized that he was running his fingers through her hair as he talked to her. Petting her head, but he didn't stop himself.
"Are you sure you don't want me to go?" Missy asked with a small yawn.
"Nah, you can stay here if you want." Please stay.
"Well, I have to go to work for the lunch rush, but I'll be here when you get back." He liked the sound of that. Liked knowing she would be there.
"I'll see you later then. Go back to sleep." He whispered. Before his resolve not to kiss her broke, he rolled out of bed, reluctantly letting her go.
"Okay." She sighed. Damon didn't let himself look back at her as the sound of her moving in the bed made it to his ears. He dug in his clean pile of clothes for an outfit, because he'd given her the last shirt he'd had hanging in his closet.
Quickly going to the bathroom and shutting the door, he changed, brushed his teeth and sprayed on a little cologne. Then found himself rushing back out to the bed and leaning over her. Missy had rolled over to face the door. The blanket wadded up against her stomach, one of her bare legs thrown over it.
Her eyes closed and her hair flared out behind her. Damon placed his hand on her smooth thigh and gave it a small squeeze as he put his lips close to her ear.
He ran the fingers of his other hand through her hair. "I'm heading out, Missy. Have a good day." Biting down on his lips, so that he didn't kiss her, he pulled away.
"You, too." She hummed, half asleep. He shut and locked the door to make sure she was safe and had privacy. Then the corner of his lips pulled up in a half smile at the door before turning to leave.
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