His Attention ~Completed~

Chapter Eight

"Can I use your shower?" I ask Colton when we get back to his house. He looks back at me and smirks. "If I can-"

"Don't." I cut him off. He chuckles. "Yeah you can borrow it." I shoot him a look and grab a hoodie from his closet before walking down to his bathroom. I turn on the hot water and peel the sports bra and shorts from my sweaty body.

I check to make sure the bathroom closet has a towel before stepping into the water. I wince slightly. The temperature is really hot. After getting used to it, I start cleaning myself. I don't think you need to know the exact details of what happens in the shower. We all take them...um I hope.

When I'm done, I shut the water off and grab a towel. I secure it around my body before realizing I have nothing to wear under the hoodie. I can have him clean the shorts but until then I need something to wear. I awkwardly grab the clothes and shuffle back into his room.

"Holy fucking hell. Am I dreaming?" Colton asks. He shamelessly checks me out, making me blush. "I uh need something to wear under your hoodie." I mutter. He stands and nods. "Right. I'll grab a pair of my mom's shorts. Just uh...hold tight." He mumbles.

He brushes past me to get outside the door. I drop my clothes beside the bedroom door. My arm tightens around the towel. I feel really self conscious.

"Here." Colton says. I whip around. He's holding out another pair of workout shorts. I take them.

"Thanks." He nods and shuts the door, leaving me alone again. I drop the towel and pull his hoodie over my body. I pull the shorts on and tie my hair into a high pony tail. "Alright. You're good!" I call. Colton slowly opens the door and walks in. "I'll have Clara wash those tomorrow.

Are you staying the night?" He asks.

I hesitate. I really really want to stay. But I really really think it's a bad idea. "I don't know Colton." I say slowly. I nearly laugh when he pulls an innocent puppy dog face. He looks so freaking adorable.

"Fine." I give in way too easily. He grins and pushes me over to his bed. I laugh as I fall and he climbs over me. "What are you doing?" I ask, chuckling. He smirks and brings his hands to my side. I squeal when he begins tickling me.

"N-no! Stop Colton! No!" I shout. My laughter betrays me as I wriggle around under his grip. "Colton Douglas!" I exclaim. He laughs and finally stops, collapsing next to me and pulling me to his side.

"Netflix?" He asks. I don't respond before he's already grabbing the remote. Colton turns the t.v on and logs into Netflix.

"The Vampire Diaries." I order. He shoots me a look but sighs and clicks it without further arguments. I grin and snuggle into his side.

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My phone's blaring alarm wakes me on Wednesday morning. I groan and snuggle my face deeper into my pillow. My pillow being the chest of Colton Douglas. Oh well. "Naomi. I know you're awake." Colton whispers.

I groan again. "No." I protest. His chest vibrates, alerting me he's chuckling.

"Come on Super Girl." He says. I finally sit up and glare at him. "I'm tired." I whine. He smirks. "You shouldn't have stayed up all night then." He mocks me.