The Player in Him

Chapter 9: Well damn

(Edited 6/24/18)
     "Liam," I groan out. I'm currently in the most awkward position of my life.

     He's knocked out up under me while I'm on top of him, with my leg over his torso. His arm is locked around my waist, and I feel safer in my own home with my mom gone.

     Our hips are touching and my face is on his bare, hard, muscular chest. "I have the world's worst hangover," I sniff and I inhale his scent. Soap and mint, yum.

Wait what?

     I lift my head and it starts pounding. It's throbbing and it hurts like a bitch.

Excuse my language.

Oh whatever you curse like a sailor.

True.

     "Liam get up please," I stare at his closed eyes and his freckles underneath. There's the faintest, and I mean faintest, dust of freckles over his nose, meeting the ones under his eyes.

Good gracious this boy is hot.

Stop.

Now.

     I poke his abs and he stirs in his sleep. His grip gets tighter around my waist and I can't lie, I'm kind of enjoying this.

     I trace the lines of his gorgeous 8 pack and his eyes flutter open with a grunt. "Baby doll, what are you doing?"

I look into his green eyes and they are shining brightly at me with those killer blue flecks. "My head hurts a lot and I'm dizzy. I feel nauseas Liam," I didn't even realize I was practically massaging his chiseled stomach.

"It's called a hangover. You decided to get drunk last night," he shrugs and I slap him lightly on his arm.

"Shut up. I know what a hangover is, dumbass. You should've stopped me instead of sucking some bimbos face," I roll my eyes and I attempt to get off of him, ignoring the extreme pain I'm going through.

He looks at me baffled and I stare back blankly. Then his lips curve up into a smirk.

     "Was The Jasmine Galvin jealous? Damn, you just keep surprising me."

     I scoff and roll my eyes. "No, I have no need to be jealous. I could have you if I wanted to."

     "Oh really now?" He raises and eyebrow at me. "You could have me?" He asks grinning.

     "You bet your ass I could," I say subconsciously.

Wait just a minute.

     He adjusts under me so that I'm in between his legs and my head is on chest still. His hands grip my waist on both sides."Is that a challenge?" He asks me, smirking.

     I shrug and he continues. "Alright how about his..." he puts his hand on his chin as if he was in deep thought. "We date. If I catch feelings for you, then you win." He shrugs.

     "You make it seem like I have feelings for you already."

Do I? Nah.

Nope...

     "Well I know you do. Who doesn't?" He smiles at me with those fucking perfect white teeth.

     "I don't. And I bet you can't make me." I press my hands on both sides of my head to stop the throbbing. How again, did we get to this subject?

     "Do you have any idea about who I am?" He asks me with his eyes narrowed at me.

I honestly just noticed him this summer.