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38 | electric touch

The regular season was over.

Clemson finished 11-1 with just that first loss to Georgia, which at this point felt like eons ago. Everything back then seemed different - the weather, my career trajectory, the way I felt about Reid. If only I knew then what I know now.

But football itself wasn't over, and championship weekend could very well still make or break a team's chances to go to the playoffs. There were only four spots, but at least seven or eight teams that could potentially fill them - us included. We played UNC in Charlotte for the ACC Championship game in a week, but at this very moment, it wasn't exactly top of mind for us. At least, not Reid and I.

Slowly but surely, I was getting used to waking up in a bed that wasn't mine. Reid and I had knocked out almost immediately after getting back to his apartment, and we slept in knowing we had the day off. I was eventually stirred awake by something warm on my neck, and it didn't take me long to place the feeling of his lips on my skin.

"What are you doing?" I mused, still half asleep.

I felt the bed shift underneath me as he slowly slid himself down the mattress, gently lifting the shirt of his that he gave me to sleep in to expose my torso. His breath danced across my ribcage as he spoke. "Having breakfast in bed."

I wasn't used to hearing him talk like that, and the little sultry half-smile he wore when he looked up at me made a small dimple pop in the corner of his mouth. How could someone be so damn sexy and so adorable at the same time? It wasn't human. But somehow it was just truly and genuinely Reid.

I let out a soft moan as I eased my eyes closed again. I felt his mouth against my inner thigh as he gently sucked and nibbled at my skin. He had a map of me - he knew every secret trail on my skin, every spot to put his mouth to send little shockwaves to my heart, like I was dying and being shocked back to life over and over again.

"Reid." His name escaped my lips breathlessly, as if I was telling the sky itself about him.

I looked down at him as I felt him press his cheek against my thigh. "Yes baby?"

Baby. I was in another stratosphere now. Just me, Reid, and his electric touch.

"Nothing," I shook my head. "Just...don't stop."

His breath was warm against the inside of my thigh. "I'm an elite athlete, remember? My stamina is better than the average person's."

"Want me to time you?" I asked with a smirk, reaching down and ruffling his hair with my hand.

"No," he shook his head as he gripped my thighs and pulled me closer into him. "I'll make you come way before I run out of breath."

He smirked in amusement before ducking back down, and as he slowly traced every inch of me with his tongue, his hands wrapped around my thighs, another moan ripped through me. He loved it, and he squeezed me tighter in response. I instinctively grabbed for his hair again, pulling and tugging to counteract the way he tugged and pulled at me.

He responded by slipping two fingers in me, stroking me while his tongue found every sensitive nerve ending, the competitiveness in us kicking in the way it always seemed to. I felt myself begin to peak when the earth-shattering noise of one of our phones snatched my attention away.

"I think that's yours," I managed to huff out.

"Ignore it," he growled in a low voice before putting his tongue back to work. I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to savor the feeling of him, but then it was my phone that began to ring. And his again. And again. And again.

"Reid, stop." I tapped him on the head. "Something must be wrong."

He lifted his head up with a groan and rested it on my stomach. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me."