My eyes opened slowly. Thankfully there was no alarm set this morning as I'm sure the noise would have made my head feel like it was two tectonic plates pulling apart slowly. As everything came into focus my lungs released an unexpected gasp of air.
My face was resting on a firm, tanned pec. I raised my eyes cautiously and could see a strong jawline covered in stubble. He was breathing deeply. His heart beating rhythmically against his chest, each deep beat pulsing against my cheek. I couldn't make any swift movements, I needed to pull away slowly so I didn't wake him. I needed some time to piece together why Coach was in my bed. As I moved my right arm that was thrown across his waist I accidentally brushed his morning wood. My eyes widened, locked on his face waiting for him to spring to life. Luckily he didn't. His deep breaths giving me the courage to escape. As I started to move my leg I could feel that too was strewn across his body. I slowly began pulling it towards me, trying to hover it away from his warm skin.
I managed to completely remove myself from his body and began to slowly roll over. I started to gently peel back the covers and just as my body laid exposed to the chilled air I felt movement behind me.
I froze for a second. Why did this feel like a prison escape?
I remained still for some time, everything behind me seemed to have settled.
I raised my leg, ready to peel myself from the bed. Without warning a strong hand came from behind me, landing on my stomach. My body tensed.
Coach began pulling me towards him. I came to a stop as my back rested against his rock hard body.
The thin layers of our underwear doing nothing to prevent me feeling his long, rigid erection as it pushed its way against my ass.
Long, deep breaths told me he was still asleep.
My body relaxed, maybe if I relaxed enough I could become small and fluid enough to escape his grasp.
We laid, coiled, for a good few minutes, his arm still on my chest and his leg now locking me in place. His warmth and scent became somewhat comforting, but I still wanted to escape before he woke up. I couldn't deal with how he would react to this situation. No doubt poking fun at me. I was able to remove myself from his long, thick limbs and shuffled towards the edge of the bed. I again raised my leg and lowered it into the floor, I was making a lot more progress this time and I managed to sit forward.
I raised myself up and went to take my first step towards freedom. Within an instant everything came crashing down.
I felt my right foot had become tangled, I turned to see my foot wrapped in the blankets as I sailed towards the floor.
I landed face down with a thud. I could hear Coach moving again from behind me. My eyes closed tight trying to focus my hearing. I was praying he was still asleep.
"Why are you on the floor?" I heard between yawns from behind me. I winced in agony, the embarrassment far more painful than the actual fall.
I felt his strong grasp, that was becoming too familiar for my liking, as it wrapped around my ankle. His other hand began to free my foot from the covers.
"You're free!" He exclaimed with a chuckle.
I scrambled to my feet, spinning around on the spot, ready to launch into a tirade. I had so many questions, why was he in my room? More importantly why was he in my bed, and in his underwear at that?!
But I was stopped short when I saw him.
He was sat upright, his messy hair sticking in all directions and his eyes struggling to stay open as he rubbed them.
The crisp, white bedding clashed with his skin as it hung loosely around his waist. He rested his elbow on his raised knee, his hand on his head tussling his already messy hair. How could someone so dishevelled look so handsome.
My heart began racing. I wanted to run and throw myself on top of his bare body. Without warning my skull felt like it had split open. No!!! Now is not the time for a hangover! The pain was quickly followed by a vivid flash of a memory from last night. It was like I was watching an excerpt from a film. An excerpt with absolutely no context. I could see myself leaning towards Coach, him stopping me from kissing him. The silent film did nothing to settle my headache. Did that really happen? Did I try to kiss him?.... and he stopped me? I felt sick to my stomach.
