Touch My Neck ✓

Chapter Twenty One | Which animal is really good at playing hockey?

Eros Candreva

Song: cars outside by James Arthur 

Waking up in this fancy hotel, with the most beautiful girl in my arm. Her head rested on my chest, her naked body draped around mine with white sheets wrapped around her waist and mine. I push her hair to the side, my fingers delicately grazing her skin.

She's so effortlessly beautiful.

The nose ring, the tattoo down her breasts.

Everything about her makes me crazy.

I've vowed I wouldn't fuck any woman who isn't my wife-but I've broken it for her.

And the scary thing is that, I think I'm starting to fall for her? I don't do feelings. I don't do women and I don't do relationships. She shifts her body and turns to her side, her ass brushing against my cock as I pull her closer into me.

She really meant it when she said she'll let me do anything I wanted her, cause I fucked her in more ways that I thought I could.

She turned her head, her eyes slowly fluttering open to meet mine. "What time is it?" Her voice was a hushed whisper.

In that moment, I realised I hadn't even checked the time. I hadn't looked at the clock; I hadn't cared.

I sat up slowly, reaching for my watch on the bedside table. "It's nearly six."

A soft, knowing chuckle escaped her lips. "So, does this mean we're going for that run you mentioned?" She teased.

I was taken aback. "How did you know—?"

"Because you always go for a run at six." She whispers, pushing her hair away from her face. She shifts and settles on her left side, her body facing me as her hands dips down the covers. Trailing my abs, before grabbing onto my cock, oh fuck me-I pulled her on top of me but she stops me from kissing her.

"I've got morning breath, Eros." She chuckles, sliding off the bed-her naked body walking away. My eyes dip down to her ass, fuck. I groan and rush my fingers through my hair before also standing up, I want her.

I want Angel Huxley.

I want her in more ways than sex.

I want her to be mine.

I want her to be the one who ruins my schedules.

I want her to be the one I waste my time on.

I want to change for her.

After freshening up and changing, we decided to opt for breakfast instead of our planned run. The clock now read seven in the morning, and we made our way to the elevator of the hotel.

"I saw this really nice breakfast place on Google," she said, resting her head against my arm and showing me her phone.

"I think I've been there before," I replied, recalling the place.

"You've been to this place?"

"I said I think, we'll know for sure when we get there."

She smiled, stepping in front of me. "I'm paying this time, Eros. This one's on me." I gave her an incredulous look.

"Eros, I'm being serious." The elevator doors opened, and I walked out with her following closely behind. One advantage of staying at a different hotel from the other players, especially Jake, was the freedom to enjoy each other's company without prying eyes.

We strolled down the city's pavements, keeping a small but noticeable distance between us. I couldn't help but notice her empty hand.

Just take it.