Misunderstood

11 | Roman

My girlfriend rests peacefully on my chest, still asleep. I've been awake for about thirty minutes now, but I'm not going to wake her up. I feel all giddy inside like a thirteen year old girl that just got her first kiss from the guy she's had a crush on for ages, but never thought would be interested in her. I had butterflies. Her lips are so soft, and she tastes sweet like something I've never tasted before. All of her is soft, and beautiful, and amazing.

Am I turning into a woman? I've never felt feelings like this about a woman before. I just want to lay here in bed with her all night. Forget friends, forget basketball, forget school. We haven't even had sex. We've kissed like four times. I have no idea what's going on with me, but I kind of like it. I feel strangely alive.

Liv yawns, stirring in her sleep, and I tighten my arms around her, running my hand through her hair. "Roman," she whispers.

"Girlfriend," I whisper back. I'm going to call her girlfriend all the time just to make her cringe.

She doesn't react this time, her stomach growling lightly. "I'm hungry."

"Well, let me go pee and then we can get up and go somewhere." She rolls off of my chest, turning the other way. I get up and head to the bathroom across the hall from her room, almost bumping into Avery who was walking down the hall to her room.

She sends me a friendly smile, "I see you two made up."

I smile in return, shrugging a little as I open the bathroom door. "Maybe."

I handle my business, wash my hands and get back to my girlfriend. She's still laying in bed, facing the wall. One leg sticks out of her cover, her shirt slightly up her back so I can see her black panties and plenty of cheekage. Her legs look smooth, slightly muscular, matching the rest of her.

God, I'm a lucky man.

I climb in bed behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her closer to me. I place a small kiss on the exposed skin of her neck, inhaling her scent. "What do you want, beautiful?"

"I don't know." She shrugs, wiggling closer to me.

"We can go get a snack," I grab my phone checking the time and seeing it's only 3 o'clock. "The game starts at six, so we have some time to kill."

"Avery said you benched yourself," she mutters.

"I did, and I'll probably still hold onto that." I nod, still agreeing with my decision. My head is still clouded, but mostly with the excitement of Liv finally giving me a chance.

"I'll go with you." Her statement makes me smile.

"You can wear my numbers." I get even more excited, hoping she'll say yes.

She thinks about it for a moment, "I don't have anything with the number 12 on it."

"We'll stop by my place. You can wear my shirt."

"Okay," she shrugs.

I have several t-shirts with my number and last name. I'm purposefully going to give her the t-shirt that looks like my jersey, last name above my number on the back, and my name is embroidered on the chest pocket on the from. She's going to cringe, but I'm going to soak it up because she's mine and I want everyone to know it.

"We can do Taco Bell. It's greasy and yummy like you like." Those were her exact words when describing Taco Bell.

"I'm okay with that. I'll put some pants on." I release her to let her get ready. I watch in amazement as she walks to her closet and pulls on a pair of leggings. She pulls her long, black hair into a bun, somehow making it look perfect with no effort. "Come on, slow poke. We can't eat if you just stare at me all day."