GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#THIRTEEN.

The next morning.

I wake up to my phone ringing, it was Nick.

I wait for it to ring sometime before answering. "Hello?"

"Good morning." His voice sounds smooth, less harsh from yesterday.

"Why didn't you answer my text or phone call yesterday?" I say, sitting up in bed and feeling a bit annoyed with him.

"I was asleep, calm down killer." He replies, nonchalantly.

"Uh, no you weren't. You were on instagram." I confront him.

"I don't have you on instagram." He says.

"I checked your page." I bluntly, reply.

"Damn, Lili. Are you a stalker, should I be afraid of you?" He says, in a slightly, playful tone.

"I don't know, Nick. Should I be afraid of you?" I force the words through the phone.

"Why would you be afraid of me, Liliana?"

"—Because you seemed pretty fucking, mean yesterday." I tell him.

"Dude, I had a game." He says, sternly back.

"No, you know what I'm talking about. You were angry at me." I pressure him.

"I was. You were talking shit about me to people— of course that's going to bother me. Why did you do that?" He questions.

"Nick, I'm trying to stay under the radar. It was a lie, you didn't even give me a chance to explain myself at all."

"I was kind of busy, Lili— And I don't care if it was a lie, you could have came up with something else. Instead, you are out there slandering my name to people. Don't you see the problem with that?"

"I'm sorry, okay?" I admit. "I get it, that wasn't nice of me. I don't think you're a chauvinistic prick, for the record."

"Well, I'm glad we cleared that up. Now, come over." He quickly, says.

"What, like now?" I breath through the phone.

"Yeah, I got morning wood. Come take care of it."

Oh, I hated how privileged that sounded, and also how bad that just turned me on.

Nicks house.

He leads me up stairs and into his bedroom. It was nice, tidy. A large bed set in the middle of the room, a gaming desk set in the corner and big flat screen tv hung from the wall. The room was dark, and sensual. The only lighting was coming from a bed side lamp.

The weather wasn't great in SF today. It was cold, gloomy and had been raining. It sorta reminded me of being back in Seattle, but my emotions were different. My skin tingled with excitement and anticipation for what was to come.

His bed sheets and blanket were black, which I thought was quite the bold choice. Imagining how many cum shots they could take, before they were ruined.