ROOMMATE

Chapter Five

The next morning I walk into the kitchen to see Lisa already standing there in her boxers, in front of the cooker. I smell the bacon cooking, making my stomach rumble. At the sound, Lisa glances over her shoulder, giving me a smile.

"Hungry?" She teases, turning back to the cooking, letting me run my eyes over her body without being seen.

"Yeah, is there enough?" I ask, realising I now wanted bacon.

"Yeah, it will be ready in a minute. Will you get the coffee?" She asks. I nod even though she can't see me. I step in, my oversized top coming to mid-thigh. I am suddenly aware I am braless, not having thought much about it before the sleeping together thing. I go to the cupboard beside her, opening it and reaching up to grab two mugs.

I feel the top rise with me, settling just below my ass, making me thankful I had pulled on underwear before coming out of my room.

"What are you doing today?" She asks, her voice sounding rough before she coughs.

"I have a few assignments to do. You?" I ask, stepping over to the coffee machine.

"Practise. We have a match next week." she informs me.

I nod, taking the coffee pot and pouring the coffee into the mugs, very aware of her body beside me.

I take the mugs over to the table, setting on in front of me as I take a seat and put the other at the opposite seat.

"Here." Lisa tells me, walking over and putting a plate in front of me, with a slice of toast, scrambled eggs and bacon. I lick my lips, already knowing I am going to like it.

"Thank you." I say, giving her a smile before digging in. I am surprised when we talk like usual, the other night not seeming to have caused too much awkwardness.

I pick up her plate when she finishes, taking them to the sink as she goes to get ready for practice.

"See you later." she calls once I have finished the last plate. I turn to see her leaning into the kitchen in her baggy shorts and wife beater, looking hot as hell.

"See you." I reply, smiling, thinking I see her eyes flicker down my body, yet I can't be sure.

When she leaves I make my way back to my room and get a shower before bringing my laptop out to the sitting room, using the coffee table to spread my books out.

When Lisa gets back, I see her glance at the coffee table, seeing it a mess with my things. I know she doesn't seem to mind me messing it up when I am working, but if I am to leave it there it irritates her.

I glance up to see her sweaty with a smile on her face. I noticed from the start that she comes home from practice happy.

"Good practise?" I ask, turning back to my laptop, pushing my glasses up slightly.

"Yeah, I think we are ready." She says, collapsing down beside me.

"Have you any scouts lined up?" I ask, typing another sentence on my laptop.

"A few." She tells me, not sounding as happy as I thought she would.

"Not from the teams you want?" I ask.

"Not really." She tells me, making me pause and turn my head to her. She is looking at the books on the coffee table, yet it isn't with irritation, more in a distracted manner.

"Which ones are you wanting?" I ask, hesitantly.

I listen as she lists a few off and I bite my lip as I turn away again. I nod, mentally memorising the list.