The Player in Him

Chapter 25: Questions

(Edited 7/15/18)
     My alarm wakes me up and I decide to actually try today. I put on a white blouse and red jeans with my white vans.

     I walk into the bathroom, only to see a purely naked Liam. "Holy shit! I'm so sorry!" I cover my eyes, knocking over toiletries and what not.

     I feel around for the door handle, but I don't find it. "How about you look with your eyes?"

"Right," I say, uncovering my eyes and my heart skips a few beats. I take a breather sharply as my eyes wonder up and down his body.

When my ears start heating up, I rush out of the bathroom. I pull out my phone, going on instagram to take my mind off of it.

It's not working.

The steam. He must've just gotten out of the shower. His hair was a dark, curly mess, dripping water down his beautiful body.

His chest and abs were covered in droplets of the shower water and it ran down his deep V line.

His fucking manhood. Damn damn damn damn damn. It had quite the length...no wonder he wasn't ashamed of it last night.

His whole body has a nice tan. Even his...you know. Does he tan that too? Because it's not pale, but it is lighter than the rest of his body.

Vivid pictures of his hands roaming my body and his red lips on mine flashed through my mind. I wonder how it feels to be in his bed...

Hey!

No.

     I couldn't see his back, but damn his muscles were flexed since he was drying himself off. I noticed a fresh tattoo of something that looked like an eighth note.

     It also had a banner under it, but I couldn't see the writing in it. It was pretty though.

I facepalm myself, muttering how crazy I am. He's so gorgeous. It's ridiculous, really. "Jasmine! It's 7:20!" My mom yells and that snaps me out of my trance.

I get up from my bed, grabbing my purse and hitting myself in the head. Oh, fuck, my brace. Well...fuck it. I take my roll of bandage tape out and I wrap my wrist.

It's 7:20

Holy fuck! I run out of my room, hopping down the steps and I grab an apple, saying goodbye to my mom.

I jump into my car, pulling out and speeding down the street. I don't even know how it got back from school, but whatever.

     I can't even turn the corner and I hear police sirens behind me. "Shit." I yell, slapping the steering wheel. I pull over, punching the wheel one more time and putting on my seatbelt.

     The police car parks behind mine on the side of the road, but the police officer doesn't get out until a few minutes later.

     "License and registration, ma'am." An old officer with gray hair and spectacles says and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

Great. Just fucking great.

     I hand him my license and I get my registration from the compartment. When I hand it to him, he looks over at my I.D. and frowns. "Aren't you supposed to be in school?"

     "Aren't you supposed to be doing your job?" I bite back, shaking my head. "I was heading there before you decided to pull me over, Sir." I say with a harsh tone.

     "Would you like a ticket for speeding or jail time for reckless driving?" He raises an eyebrow.

     "I don't know if you noticed, but I have a life. I think I'll take a ticket so I can finish the school day and finish tryout holding." I roll my eyes.