The Pitcher's Act

13

COLBY

How do I tell her I want to kiss her again? I need to get her alone, but she seems adamant about sitting beside my roommates instead of me. I wonder if I scared her when flirting with her in front of Jayden.

I lean across the kitchen table as I watch them from afar. It's like she knows I'm watching her when her head snaps up to meet my gaze.

I want to leave and go to my room, but I don't. I want to stay here with her.

She looks at me with a curious face and walks over to me. "You bored?" I shrugged and watched as my roommates intensely watched the game on the TV. "You want to work on the play?"

"Might as well. It's our night, isn't it?"

She nods, and I follow her back to her bedroom. "I don't have my script."

"Right. Sorry, my brain is a little fogged," she laughs.

Shouts erupt from the living room, and she rolls her eyes. Should I invite her to my room? It'll be quiet there. "You want to go to my place? No one is there. Quiet."

She bites her lip, looking out the window at my bedroom before connecting our eyes. Fuck. Does she want me as bad as I want her? "Okay," she says, grabbing the script on her desk.

I follow her out the door and back into the living room, where no one notices we are gone. We slip out the door without a word and head to my place. The walk is silent, and I can hear my heart racing. Since when has a chick made me this nervous? I always take things by the balls, but with her, it's different. I don't want to fuck up.

"Where's your fourth roommate?" She asks as we step inside the silent house. The television is still on, playing a game.

I walk towards my bedroom, kicking the spare clothes that belong to my roommates out of the way, "Probably at the frat house."

She's hesitant to enter my room. She looked around curiously, and I almost punched myself when I noticed the bottle of lotion and tissues sitting next to my bed. Fuck. That's embarrassing. I wonder what she has inside the drawer of her nightstand.

She sits awkwardly on the edge of my bed, and I almost laugh. "You good?"

She looks everywhere but at my eyes, kicking her feet, "Yeah. I was expecting your room to be dirtier." She's cute when she lies. She's nervous I'm going to make a move on her. I will say she was bold with her move last night. It caught me off guard.

I take a step closer and cross my arms to stand in front of her, "Really?" She slowly raises her eyes as they travel up my body. She's checking me out. My dick's getting hard. Someone needs to make a move. I mean, I need to make a move. "There's a lot you don't know about me," I mock her words from earlier.

She smirks, her arms reaching behind her to hold her up. She's finally relaxing. "Then tell me about you, Colby." 

Oh, fuck. I love it when she says my name. I'd tell her anything she wanted to know about me. But first, I need to taste her. In a second, I'm moving, and I squeeze myself into her parted legs as I cup her jaw and kiss her. Her hands travel up my arms and wrap around my neck as she pulls me closer to her. The moment she parts her lips, our tongues begin to dance, and my dick twitches in excitement.

She moans when my hand travels down to her throat and slightly squeezes it. Fuck. It will be hard not to take her right here right now. Her hands explore my body, and I know she likes what she feels when she squeezes on my bicep.

Her kisses feel like a drug, and I can't get enough of them. My hands travel down her toned body, careful not to mess with her back.

When I feel something watching me, I pull away. She looks at me confused, and I turn to the window. She gasps and covers her mouth as her roommate and Crawford watch us make out through the window.