Champion

- Rhett -

Kip: Saw the interviews. You did well. You being good to my girl?

Rhett: Thanks. I laid awake all night, hoping I'd get your stamp of approval. And of course, I am.

Kip: But not too good, right?

Rhett: Is that what I'm aiming for? Good, but not too good? It's a wonder you raised an adult as functional as Summer.

Kip: Why aren't you complaining about her?

Rhett: Because she isn't so bad.

I'm so fucked. I'm super fucked. I'm so super-mega fucked.

Summer was also right. I'm a massive prick. Because I've been awake for the better part of an hour, letting her cuddle me. Staring at her, trying to memorize every little freckle. Watching her sleep like a lovesick Ted Bundy or something.

I woke up when I felt her nuzzle against my bicep, and when I slowly opened my eyes, I was so close to her mouth as I had been then night before. When I'd done everything I could to not lick that hot sauce off her lips like a goddamn savage.

But now she's on me. Thigh slung over my leg, just below where my morning wood is saluting the world--Summer specifically.

Her small palm presses against the center of my chest, while her cheek rests against my arm. She's even still clutching my hand. Something that makes an ache throb in my chest. 

I'm trying to be a gentleman. I really, really am. But I also haven't failed to notice how her sweatshirt has ridden up her mid-section. The way the waist band of her silky underwear is peeking out from her sweatpants.

Taunting me.

I want to do distinctly ungentlemanly things to Summer Hamilton. But I also want her to warm her cold feet up on me again. Anytime she wants. The thought of her being cold and uncomfortable infuriates me.

I want to take care of her, even though she doesn't need taking care of.

It's honestly really fucking confusing. It's also a terrible fucking idea. But then again, good ideas haven't ever been my forte. Why start now?

She stirs, and I look at her shuttered eyes again. Soft lashes drawn down, a galaxy of freckles over the bridge of her nose and the apples of her cheeks. I wonder if they show up on any other parts of her body.

My cock surges, and I don't think I can blame my current erection on morning time physiology anymore. It's just a straight boner because I want to fuck the shit out of my agent's daughter.

And then snuggle her. Trace her freckles.

Goddamn. I scrub my face with my spare hand and berate myself for not sucking it up and sleeping on the floor--no matter how badly it hurt. It couldn't have been worse than this realization.