GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#ONE HUNDRED FIFTEEN.

I follow Nick upstairs and into his room. I had never seen this room before..

It was my first time.

"Are you tired?" He asks, as he frantically cleans up four books off his bed and places them on a nightstand.

"Are you?" I shoot back the question. I shamefully, had other things in mind still.

He laughs, turning down the blanket and sheet. "I am a little.. You're spending the night, right?"

"Are you asking me, or telling me?" I smile at him.

He laughs, anxiously. "Umm, I would like it if you did."

"Anything for you, Nick." My smile softens into a smirk and I playfully flip my hair behind my shoulder.

His gaze advances across the naked parts of my skin. "I'll get you a shirt to wear." He says.

"Okay." I reply, I'm sure this skimpy bikini was currently doing it's thing on him..

He playfully throws me a shirt from his dresser drawer. "Cover up." He smirks back.

"Should I take this swim suit off?" I ask, as I pull down my jeans shorts.

His eyes linger on my body as I stand now in just the bikini. "Uh.." He blinks a couple times. "Whatever you are comfortable with.."

"Okay." I quickly, say again. I start to strip off my bathing suit.

His face contorts into a painful display as he quickly spins around and turns his back to me.

I start to laugh. "Nick, it's not like you haven't seen me naked one hundred times."

"I—I'm just trying to be respectful." He tells me.

Respectful, Nick? Well, that was new. I think to myself. I softly, giggle. He was being really sweet.

Once I have his shirt on I climb into bed. He soon joins me after pulling off his shirt above his head. I however, show no humility in watching him do this. His body was one that deserved to be admired.

He lays there quietly for a moment looking at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Do you want to take your hair down?" He questions me as his eyes graze ever so slightly over my ponytail.

"Sure." I reply, sitting up and pulling out the elastic rubber band that held my hair. The flowing strands fell loosely over my shoulders and the scent of my shampoo and conditioner filled the room from its sweet smell.

I lay my head back down onto the pillow and face Nick. He delicately runs his fingertips through my hair and smiles. "You have really pretty hair." He says, quietly.

"Thank you." My mouth was permanently stuck into a smile.

"Are you comfortable?" He then asks.

Besides the hunger that was building between my legs, I was fine. "Yes." I tell him as I scoot in closer to his body.

"Good." He replies, wrapping an arm around the small of my back now.