The Player Next Door

Chapter 23

The sun woke me from my sleep and I mentally cursed myself for not closing the curtains to my bedroom window last night. I grabbed the pillow from next to me and shoved it over my head trying to force myself to back to sleep.

God why did I drink again?

I get up to care for my hangover by popping a couple of aspirins before heading to the bathroom.

Splashing some water on my face I look in the mirror studying myself. Then it hit me.

Jake and I had a moment last night. His hand was wrapped around my naked waist, his lips were
pressed to my neck.

I subconsciously run my fingers across my neck, almost as if I could feel the shadow of his kisses. How did that happen? How did I let that happen?

I was drunk, it was a mistake.

Yet as I stood there, remembering how it felt to be wrapped in his arms, his breath tickling my neck, it didn't feel like a mistake.

I pull my hand away, shaking my head. It was a mistake though, it had to be...I'm in a relationship.

Fuck. Do I tell Ryan what happened between Jake and I?

Do I tell Kimmy? Does Jake even remember? How could he not? I shook my head wanting all thoughts of Jake out of my mind. I'm glad we made up but what transpired between us after that raised too many hard questions.

Deciding a hot shower would help, I get up and undress, stepping into a steaming shower to wash away the thoughts of Jake's body pressed up against mine.

After I shower and dress into an oversized t-shirt, I walk out into my room and see Jake in his bedroom.

"Hey" I say looking over at him and his tousled hair. I chewed my lip, nervous for his response.

He mumbled a quick, "Morning," before going to his bathroom.

Maybe he forgot then? It did take me a few moments fo collect myself, maybe he needs to do the same.

I grab a comb, gently pulling through any tangles left in my hair.

About five minutes later he came back out wearing only boxer briefs and drying his hair with his towel.

Against my will, a small gasp escapes me and I turn away.

After a moment, I slowly look up at Jake, admiring how his muscles tense and relax while he walks around his room.

He looks up, catching my gaze and smirks, "You watching me Princess?"

Feeling a deep heat come to my face I shake my head, "No" but it sounded more like a question than a statement.

"That's okay, I know it's hard to look away."

A small snort escaped my lips, "Cocky much?"

"I'm just saying, I mean I know it's hard to look away from you."

Blushing slightly as he dressed in front of me, I cleared my throat and leaned against the window frame, "Do you remember much from last night?" I tried to ask the question subtly but it was obvious I was referring to the moment we shared in my bedroom. The thought of it darkened the blush on my cheeks.

Pulling a shirt over his head, the corner of his lip twitched with a small smile, "Some of it more than the rest" he looked up at me, mischief twinkling in his eyes, "Any part you remember more than the rest?"

My breath caught in my throat, I wasn't sure how I was supposed to answer, "I don't remember that much, I was pretty drunk"

A light laugh escaped him, "I think you're lying."