Don't Let Me Fall

Chapter 8: I Like You Better Naked

After the game my fingers swelled up a great deal. The splint that I'd had for my other broken fingers wouldn't even fit over my middle finger. At the end of the third quarter I had to take double the normal dosage of Ibuprofen. It helped some, and for a little while I didn't feel any pain, or my fingers. About 2 minutes into the fourth quarter they began to start throbbing. For a little bit I began shooting with my left hand. It honestly didn't affect my shot even though I was shooting with my opposite hand, I even swished a three.

I had to get an X-Ray at the emergency room, and sure enough they all three were broken in multiple spots. Dr. Kaden advised to get a cast, but said it wasn't absolutely a necessity. Instead she gave me a triple splint, which is one large splint, three fingers wide. My fingers were still in a lot of pain, which Dr. Kaden said was completely normal, and they would be in pain for a few weeks.

"You are incredible, do you know that?" I looked up from my laptop.

Jaxon was laying shirtless on my bedroom floor, throwing a basketball into the air, and I was checking out resent college basketball scores. This had become a regular thing we did on Saturday's after games. We would lounge around in sweatpants and talk about basketball, or we'd watch ESPN.

Both of my parents were at work, so we pretty much could do what ever we pleased. Jaxon's dad had to work, but his mom was at home, and was watching Brooke. My parents had no clue he was over here.

"Why do you say that?" I questioned.

He sat up from his position on the floor, setting the basketball in his lap. His hair was sticking up in the back.

"Well, I just got to thinking about the game yesterday. I broke my thumb and pinkey last year during districts, and I could barely hold a basketball, let alone shoot one." He paused, and flashed a pearly white smile at me.

"I just think that you are strong, and incredible." He continued.

I returned the smile, then got off of my bed. I sat on the floor, beside him.

"Well," I said, leaning in closer to him.

"I think you're amazing."

"And why is that?" He asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, then moved a little bit closer to him. Our noses were almost touching. He traced my jaw bone with his thumb. I could smell the scent of his cologne on his skin. He smelled like a man.

"You just are." I stated, not having a specific reason.

It was true there were so many amazing things about him. He was sweet, gentle, kind, caring, and he played basketball. His looks were just the cherry on top.

I looked up at him from the floor. His beautiful blue eyes were a lot closer than I was expecting. I stared into them for a moment, then gently kissed his lips. They were soft, and warm. He kissed me back, a lot more ferociously than I had kissed him. We stood up from our positions on the floor. I put my hand on his bare chest and began to run my fingers through his soft, blonde hair. His hands were wrapped around the middle part of my back. He traced my top lips with his tongue. I waited for him to push me away, and stop, but it never happened. His hands slowly began to travel down towards the bottom of my back. I locked my fingers around the back of his neck, then gently began to kiss his neck. I jumped up, and wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him anywhere within reach. I began to feel him pushing me off. I tried to fight it off and pull him in closer, but he had already made up his mind. He pulled me off, and softly dropped me onto the bed.

"Why do you always to that when we start kiss?" I questioned him, out of breath. There was no doubt that I was angry with him.

He didn't reply, instead he took a seat next to me on the bed, also out of breath.