OFF LIMITS

CHAPTER TEN - A Do-Over

MACK

The flowery scent of Kat's perfume on my pillow wakes me up in a good mood.

Last night, the scent was already fading from it since it had been more than a week since she slept on my bed. It made me a little sad to think I wouldn't be able to lay here and smell her perfume every night when I got home. But now it's here again as if she was sleeping right next to me.

I snuggle into my Kat pillow and quickly realize that what I'm snuggling into isn't my Kat pillow, but a woman's pillows.

And by pillows, I mean boobs.

What the fuck did I do yesterday after the game? The last thing I remember is walking towards my car, then the next thing I knew, I was dreaming about Kat. Which isn't new. Every time I manage to actually sleep, she's in my dreams.

I open my eyes and try to get off the comfy cushions I'm lying on, but a gentle hand runs through my hair and pushes me back into them. "Go back to sleep. It's your day off."

Kat? What in the actual world is she doing here?

I ignore her command and quickly sit up to find the woman I was just dreaming about casually lying on my bed wearing my T-shirt.

I must still be dreaming, there's no other logical explanation.

I guess my face communicates the confusion I'm feeling because Kat laughs and sits up, resting her back on the headboard. "You don't remember anything from last night, eh?"

What? What did I miss? "Please tell me we didn't have sex again because I would've really wanted to be conscious to enjoy it."

"Mack," she laughs. Okay, whatever happened can't be that bad because she's not angry at me or anything. "You passed out in the backseat of your car after the game. I found you there, and you were definitely not in any condition to get yourself home, so I drove you here."

Okay, that's officially embarrassing. I passed out? I was exhausted after the game, but I thought I was okay enough to drive myself home.

"How did you get me off the car and up here?" Kat is an athlete, so she's strong. But I don't know if strong enough to carry my six-foot-five and two hundred pounds ass from the car up to my apartment.

"You kind of sleepwalked from the car back here." She grins, and I know I must've said the most stupid stuff while in that state.

I run a hand down my face and then look at her. She looks so pretty on my bed, wearing my shirt and smiling at me with her hair messy from just waking up.

This is how I wanted to find her that morning after we slept together, but she left while I was in the shower.

Ever since this shit show happened, I've been reminding myself that Kat never intended for us to see each other again. She left that morning, leaving no trace but the mess in the apartment and her scent on my pillow. She wanted nothing to do with me.

But the fact that she found me yesterday means she looked for me after the game. And when she saw me passed out, she not only decided to drive me home, but she also stayed right here with me in my bed. Thanks to that, I just woke up completely rested.

This woman cares about me. I don't think she wants to, but she does.

A whole world of things passes through our eyes as I stare at her and try to decide how to thank her for what she did last night.

What I really want to do is open those pretty legs of hers and bury myself between her thighs, eating her out like a man starved. She's obviously not going to let me do that. The fact that she stayed the night is already a miracle.