You reached up and fixed Colin's bright red blazer. "Aaliyah, are you sure you don't want me to go?" You shook your head. You and Colin had been invited to go to the ESPY's (Excellence in Sports Performance Yearly Award), but you came down with a cold that practically robbed you of all your energy.
You got sick easily around this time of the year, so you figured you should just stay at the hotel and watch the award show on TV. The only thing you were worried about was all the sluts at the show rubbing their hands all over Colin. You had to trust him though. Relationships were all about trust.
"I just don't want to leave you here like this" he frowned. "I've been sick before, and it's only a little cold." A knock came from the master suite's door. Colin went and answered it. Russell Wilson and his wife, Ashton, walked into the room. "Aaliyah, why aren't you dressed?" Ashton asked. "I haven't been feeling that well" you told her. She gave you a sympathetic smile, and a quick hug. "Get better, okay?"
All four of you were going to ride together, now it was just going to be three. Colin still looked unsure about you staying in the hotel. "Colin go out and have fun" you said, practically pushed him out the suite. You kissed his cheek, because you really didn't want to give him any germs. But, Instead of leaving with that, he stole one quick kiss on the lips from you.
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A loud laugh interrupted your sleep. You looked over to where Colin would lay. Colin wasn't next to you. The clock read 2:13 AM. You heard voices in the kitchen/living room area of the suite and got up to inspect it. Russell Wilson and Patrick Willis stood in your living holding a drunk Colin upright. You shook your head and walked over to them.
"I got it from here" you told the guys. The two men said "goodnight", but you stopped the two informing them that it was now morning. Half past two, to be exact They left out of the suite and you took Colin into the bedroom. You took off his blazer, and reached for his pants, but he had stopped you, drunkenly wobbling around, eyes half closed. "S-stop it, I have a girlfriend" he slurred.
A smile pulled at your face as you tried to explain to the drunken quarterback that you are his girlfriend.
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