Consume Me

2. Even Booty Calls Have Feelings

𖧷Song: Everywhere by Niall Horan𖧷

"You're drunk," I sighed as I leaned against the door looking up at him. I wondered how tall he actually is.

"N-ope, I am not," he hiccupped, and I laughed. My eyes wandered down his perfectly sculpted torso stopping at the waistline of his boxers, already knowing the impeccable force beneath them. A blush crept its way onto my face, which he seemed not to notice.

"I just don't understand how you don't remember me- we had such an amazing night Jane." He whined and stepped forward, resting his hands on the top of the door frame, his biceps bulging and veins creeping up to the surface of his skin. I could feel his breath hit my face as he looked down on me, eyes travelling down onto my lips and settling on my chest. My breasts began to tighten under his hard gaze, and I shook my head at the thoughts that gathered, dismissing them.

"You can't drive home like this," I almost whispered and stepped aside to invite him in, "You can crash on my couch." He nodded in acceptance while pouting, slightly disappointed.

As I turned my back to him, making my way to my room I felt two strong arms gently envelop my waist. My breath hitched. His face nuzzled softly into my neck as he released a sigh, lips almost touching my neck. I stiffened under his breath, warmth pooling in my stomach and slowly moving down.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you all summer Jane," he breathed out and laid a soft kiss on my bare shoulder before letting go and heading to the couch. I couldn't say anything back to that, not only because of the lack of clear thought in my head but also because I had a reputation to preserve.

I walked to my room in the calmest way I can manage, shutting the door and locking it behind me. I cursed myself for falling asleep on the couch, cursed myself for wearing this damn tank top that makes my boobs look huge, and I cursed the way goosebumps rose on my skin from the tingle I could still feel where his lips grazed the skin on my shoulder. Murray meowed softly from my bed as I ran my fingers frustratedly through my hair, exhaling loudly.

"I know Murray. This boy is trouble and I have no idea what I'm going to do about it," I sighed and shook my head as I lifted the covers and slid into the other side of the bed. I fell asleep thinking about that final embrace.

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I'd been awake for an hour, dreading leaving my room and seeing the half-naked man on my couch. It's been eerily quiet so I'm assuming that he's still asleep. My stomach was starting to wail in complaint, always hungry. I groaned as I removed the covers and made my way to the kitchen.

The door creaked open, and I cursed myself for not putting oil on the hinges like I should have but thankfully he stayed asleep with his back is turned to me. I made myself 2 slices of toast, threw on some peanut butter and jelly and rushed back to the solitude of my room.

"Hey," he said, stopping me dead in my tracks. Three more steps and I would've made it. I turned to face him, slowly, dreading my face giving away more than it should when his half-naked arrogant self is sprawled on my inhumanely comfortable couch cushions, cushions that I might have to burn now. His eyes roamed over me settling on my thighs and I cringed, realizing how bare my legs were in only an oversized t-shirt that fits almost like- but a little too short to be considered as- a dress. I changed out of my tank top before making breakfast to try and avoid any more attention on my boobs. His lustful eyes make me want to light myself on fire. I cleared my throat, raising an eyebrow as his attentions snaps back to my face.

"Do you have any Advil? My head is killing me." He sighed and rubbed a hand over his forehead. I put my plate down on the coffee table and turned towards my room to get the Advil. When I returned his feet were on my coffee table, my blanket was over his lap, and half of my sandwich was in his hands.