Mr. Player

Chapter Seventeen - I call the Bad Boy Cute

Chapter Seventeen - I call the Bad Boy Cute

A promise is something that has the effect of an express assurance; indication of what may be expected.

The feeling you get when someone keeps their promise is something to treasure. I experienced that feeling the moment I woke up and just as I fell asleep, I woke up in the most comforting and protective pair of arms. How I lasted the whole night without a heart malfunction will be a mystery to me.

What I do know is that the moment I woke up, the gnawing feeling that was there for a second was gone when I inhaled his sweet in-toxin. He had this relaxing scent about him which was heavenly cologne with a mix of his boyish good smell and it was mouthwatering. My head was now in a position underneath his chin meaning this my whole body was laying on top of him with my back on his chest.

His arms firmly wrapped around below my breasts gave me comfort yet surprise that he was still there. His legs were tangled with mine and anyone to walk in would get the impression that we were together. My heart was racing as a small morning throat clearing was made from beneath me. I stayed still, not daring to move, not one bit just in case he forgot everything and went spastic. So silently and patiently I waited for his next move. Surprisingly his grip tightened around me but then relaxed again.

His voice low and hoarse made my eyes roll back in pleasure. I should not be feeling this kind of attraction to Brooks. "Good morning Al."

My heart fluttered at his words, I now realized that every morning I wanted to hear a greeting from him.

I knew my voice was weak but I forced my self to reply otherwise. "Morning Brooks." I croaked. What I did notice was this his body shuddered at my words, as though I gave him pleasure or satisfaction. Much same as he did to me. Did I do that to Brooks?

"How was your sleep?" He asked, his voice still ruff gave me a tingling sensation as I could feel the vibrate from his vocal cords from beneath my head.

"Great." I blurted out which made him chuckle. I also felt the vibrate from under my back from his chest.

My Chest. My Shirt. His Shirt. His Chest.

"How was yours?" I tried to ask back just as cool, calm and collected as he did but I failed miserably.

"One of the best sleeps I've ever had." He whispered in my ear making me shudder and I know that he understood my reaction. I could just imagine his sexy smug smile plastered on his face right now.

"Okay you two love birds, we have school so you better get home. Like now." Bec said, resuming to her normal state. She was frantically looking at her watch and I couldn't bare to look at the clock. I knew that I was going to be late but I tried to hide my nervousness. Additionally, I was blushing increbibly at her comment about 'Love Birds' which Brooks must have brushed off.

"Well, we better go then." Luke said squeezing me once more before lifting us both off the couch and settling our feet firmly on the ground.

"Is your back alright?" I asked out of shear concern. I've heard on a few documentaries about the back injuries brought about by sleeping a night on the couch. Let's just say it isn't a healthy practice. This thought then led me to think about my father and what Tara said about my parents fighting.

It wasn't common considering my father barely spoke and he usually let my mother get her way so for him to actually fight back was something that I needed to see for myself. A warm and comforting hand was placed on the small of my back. I could already tell by the thrilling chills that I was experiencing that Luke was walking me out of the house.

"See you soon, Al." He said when we were both now outside in the fresh morning. The birds happily chirping away gave me the sense that today would be good, considering that I woke up in the best feeling, maybe today would top off the weekend.