GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#FOURTEEN.

Later that day.

Shortly after what we did, we both fell asleep. I woke up a bit confused and startled as to where I was at first. I remember what had happened and look to the side of the bed where he was laying, but he wasn't there anymore.

I sit up.

Suddenly I see him walk through the entrance of his bedroom door, holding two plates of food.

"Want some lunch?" He smiles.

I smile back at him and stare at the plates from a distance, I damn well knew that it wasn't going to be chips and sandwiches.

"What is it?" I ask, as he approaches.

"Chicken and rice."

Of course it was.

He sets the food down momentarily and retrieves a large shirt of his from the dresser. "Here, you can wear this." He says, tossing it to me.

I smile while wrestling it on, it smelt amazingly good.

He grabs the plates and then crawls into bed next to me, handing me my food, we start to eat. I was actually, surprisingly hungry.

"So, I want to ask you something." He starts.

"What's up?"

"We obviously have today off and uh, I was wondering if you want to have a sleep over with me?" He smirks, taking a large bite of food from his fork.

"A sleep over?" I smile back, he was cute. "I don't know, I don't have any clothes, and we do have work in the morning."

"You don't need clothes." He smirks wider. "—And you can leave early to get ready tomorrow. I promise I won't keep you up... too late."

I couldn't help, but laugh.

"So, what your telling me is that, I'm lucky enough to get the inside scoop into what you do all day?" I ask.

He softly chuckles, finishing his food quickly and shoving his plate further down the bed. "I honestly, just want to be inside of you all day." He says, amusingly.

Oh, dear god, he was so hot.

I swallow my food, hard. "I wouldn't mind that."

His dark eyes remain staring at me for a moment, they lightly stroke down my body.

He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth "Yeah, I'm definitely going to take advantage of that."

My body gets the chills, he was looking at me as if he was still hungry, and I was his seconds.

I sat my plate down.

"You done with that?" He asks, pointing to my leftovers.

"Yes." I say, obediently ready to get my brains fucked out.

"I'll eat that." He replies, grabbing the plate. He starts to shovel food into his mouth.

Maybe, he was just still hungry.