The Pitcher's Act

14

OLIVIA

I don't know whether to freak out or take a picture when I wake up in Colby Jones's arms. I never imagined him being a cuddler. I never imagined him cuddling with anyone.

I don't even know what time it is. The sun was up, and I was supposed to leave when his roommates left my place. I never heard them come in. Why am I still here?

He's spooning me. Our legs are molded together like we've done this for years. The best part is that I'm still on my side of the bed. He cuddled me.

His bed is really comfortable. I understand why I fell asleep. What time is it?

The sound of the front door slamming shut makes me jump. They're probably going to class. Shit! I reach for the bedside table for my phone. It's almost nine. Fuck! I'm going to miss class.

Colby groans at my sudden movements, "What are you doing?" His voice. It sounded like sex. It sounded so groggy I didn't even realize it was him.

I see messages from Bella asking where I was and from Sadie saying she covered for me. Shit. I'm going to have to come clean to Bella. I haven't even told her I kissed him.

"It's almost nine," I tell him, turning to look at him. He stretches, the comforter's covers falling off his body. He is so hot.

He yawns, "So?"

"Some of us have class," I say, making no effort to get up and head to mine. I could make it on time if I didn't return to my apartment and shower. I would also need to sit on my floor and contemplate my life choices.

"I'm not gonna lie, Olivia, I haven't slept that damn good in a while."

My heart races. Me either. I would sleep in his arms every night if it meant I slept like that. I turn and face him, his tattooed arm still casually draped around me, "Wasn't expecting you to be a cuddler."

His hands slide under my shirt and run them up my back. "Me either," he laughs, his cheeks turning pink, "I don't have girls sleep in my bed."

That shocks me. "Faith doesn't stay the night?" I tease. Is it a horrible thing to bring up another woman in his bed?

"Typically don't do a lot of sleeping." I must have made a weird face because he says, "What? You asked," grinning. Is it bad I didn't put out and push him further? I still feel bad I didn't do anything for him.

The thought of another woman being in these sheets. He probably hasn't washed them. Oh my God. "I should probably go." He nods, pulling himself away from my body. "I wish I could just climb into my window. It'd be a lot faster." I climb out of his bed and put my shorts on, almost feeling weird leaving. I'd stay in bed with him if I could.

When I slip my shoes on, he climbs out of bed and walks me to the front door. His roommates are nowhere in sight, thankfully. I don't need that kind of embarrassment already. I know my roommates will already give me enough shit.

"You going to class?" I ask before I step out the door. I never realized how tall he was compared to my short five-foot-five frame. He was definitely over six feet.

"Yeah. I'll see you there." I had two hours to get my life together. And then I'd see him. Again.

I walk out the door, greeted by the nippy fall weather. I can't even imagine what I look like right now. I know my hair is probably a mess. I run my hand through my hair consciously.

When I hit the bottom step, it feels like everyone is staring at me. They know. They are watching me leave Colby Jones's apartment. I could be fucking any of his roommates.