I Don't Mind

Chapter 23

Adrian's POV

"Adri. Adri, wake up, the Chargers are playing," Derek whispers, waking me up. 

"What time is it?" I question. 

"It's almost noon. You fell asleep on my shoulder." 

I look away in embarrassment but Derek puts a hand on my cheek and makes me face him. He examines me for a second, creeping me the fuck out because he's staring at me. My dream man is staring at my face. I see his lips quirk up a bit. 

"You have drool around your mouth, Adri," Derek says, using his thumb to wipe it off. 

I look at him in disbelief, but he just smiles a little. Does he realize what he's doing to me? Does he realize how difficult he's making it to not stare at him all the time? Does he know how good looking he is? He has to know he's attractive, right? He's tall, muscular, blonde, and if he just felt around his jawline, he'd realize he's majestic as fuck. 

"Uh, th-thanks," I stutter. 

"Do you wanna watch the Chargers?" Derek asks and I nod. 

"Yeah. Yeah, for sure." 

Derek turns it to the Chargers game and I take a moment to just wake myself up a little. Waking up to Derek using his bare thumb to wipe spit off of my mouth is crazy. He has his fucking arm around my shoulder right now! I feel like I'm hallucinating, this can't be real. 

"Did you sleep well?" Derek asks, still staring at the TV. 

"Uh, yeah, thanks for uh, letting me sleep on you." 

"No problem. It wasn't that uncomfortable. You're really peaceful when you sleep." 

I take a deep breath. "Thanks. My mom always said I was a heavy sleeper." 

"I can tell. Should we heat up some food?" he asks and I nod. 

"Yeah, I'm hungry." 

"Adri?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Do you wanna go out to eat tonight? Like somewhere nice, like the Cheesecake Factory, or something like that?" he asks. My heart skips a beat and I might've bit my lip a little bit. 

"Yes. I would love that. I'll pay." 

"No you won't. This is my treat, okay? Just let me pay," he says. 

Is this a date? I want to ask him but I don't want him to make fun of me. I want it to be a date, but I can't really imagine it being one. I think he's just being nice right now, which is kind of disappointing, but it's alright. 

Last night was insane. I got jumped by offensive and defensive linemen while Josh just stood back and pretended to help. I was crying so much, and Derek saw everything and didn't care. He just held me in his arms and rubbed my back. I've never felt so safe with someone that isn't a family member of mine. My head was completely dug into Derek's chest while I ruined his shirt. He didn't care. He held me tighter, making sure I felt safe. He smelled so good. Like vanilla and flowers. He smelled like everything that makes me happy. I wanted so badly to kiss him after that, but that would be going way too far. 

If I want to kiss him, I need to make sure he actually wants that. His lips are so plump and beautiful. I don't know if this is the right way to describe them, but they are unchapped. They look wet and not dry. 

Neither of us have made any efforts to get up and heat up food, we're just sitting here still. I adjust my sitting position to get more comfortable, and Derek smiles at me and pulls me closer to him. There is major skin to skin contact between our legs. Derek clearly doesn't skip leg days. He has the holy quads and calves. I don't work out as much as he does, but I also have good legs. I'm fast too.