Chapter 95 - Sleep Over

Patrick. 

''Do you want to take the couch?'' I ask him in hopes that he suggests staying in my room. We have already had sex, there is nothing I am afraid of with him. there are no boundaries that haven't already been crossed. 

I agreed to let him spend the night and I want him to be in my arms. It is a weird craving but I keep thinking about it. 

''Yeah sure, can I have a shower?'' he asks. 

I sense the nervousness coming out of him. I am nervous too but I think I am hiding it off pretty well. We had a weird moment earlier. He does a lot of weird things that confuse the fuck out of me. half the time I don't even know what he is thinking. 

I made up my mind to let go of him. I didn't want to keep lingering around him and Lance. I think it is pretty clear now that my feelings have shifted. Somehow it is Jack I started to think about, he is the one I want to talk to, I like the redness of his hair. The goofy smile he carries on his face. everything about him has suddenly become perfect in my eyes. I didn't want this to happen and I am willing to let him go if this is not what he wants but then moments like tonight happen and I can't tell if he feels the same or not. 

''Sure, there are towels under the sink and a spare toothbrush,'' I lead him to the bathroom. 

He smiles ''Are you going to bed anytime soon?'' there is this hopeful expression on his face. I can't really tell what answer he wants. Tomorrow is Saturday, I don't have to go to work until noon. I could sleep in if we stayed up a bit. 

''Not really.''

He nods ''Will you stay up until I get out?'' he asks. 

I nod.

''Alright, give me a couple of minutes. I will just have a quick shower,'' I watch him shut the door gently. My heart is racing right now. he is doing this to me. basically, telling me that he is the one. 

Shit shit shit.

I walk back to the living room and pull the couch out, it turns to a mini-bed. Comfortable enough for him to sleep on. I wish he'd say he doesn't want to sleep alone. That is my biggest prayer right now. 

Hopefully, that is answered. 

I hear the water running and use the opportunity to get him a pair of fresh clothes from my closet. I don't know how to react to all that has happened this week. Last week, Jack hated me, now he is in my apartment having a shower in my bathroom and begging me to stay up with him. in just a short amount of time, a lot has changed. 

I like all the changes. 

I like the new Jack and the way he treats me. 

I like being friends with him. 

The door to the bathroom opens suddenly and I can't help but swing to the direction. I imagined him wet a lot, like in my head, I thought of the moment I would get to see him fresh out of the shower. All my thoughts cannot be compared. The man in front of me is beautiful and I don't even think he knows it. 

He has a towel wrapped around his waist. The water dripping from his hair down to his chest, in my brightly lit apartment, glistens, a glossy look settles on him. 

I want to grovel. 

I want to stare at him until my eyes don't work but I can't do that. I need to compose myself. 

We are in a good place. Even though I don't know what that place is. We had a moment earlier and I don't want to ruin that by being a creep. I watch him as he uses the smaller towel around his neck to dry his hair. 

His hair is darker when wet. 

Noted.

He walks over to my bed ''Your bed is big enough for the both of us and it was pretty comfortable the last time I slept over. What do you think about a sleepover?'' he says still drying his hair. 

I am shaking because I don't know how to answer him. I can hear him loud and clear but I don't know the right thing to say. 

''You don't mind right?'' he asks batting his lashes in a cutesy way. 

I gulp, nervously. He smiles cheekily ''Come on, I just want to talk. I promise I won't do anything inappropriate.''

I can't tell him that I want him to be inappropriate. I want him to do all the things he will consider appropriate with me. I feel guilty for even thinking that way. 

''s..sure,'' I manage in a stutter. 

He fistbumps the air and looks around the room, his eyes landing on the clothes I laid out for him ''Is this for me?'' he asks picking it up. I nod as he drops his towel to the floor, right in front of me. 

My heart thuds against my chest. There is no shame on his expression as he pulls the shorts over his legs. My eyes dart to his dick. That night resurfacing to my memories. 

I don't know what he is doing but it seems like that was intentional. He cannot just strip in front of me. I also notice that his eyes never leave mine as he bends down and picks up the towel. 

''Should I hang this back?'' 

I shrug because I am speechless right now. I cannot get the image of his dick out of my head. I want to push him down on the bed and have my way with him. I want to do not so innocent things to him and I don't know how I will survive the whole night with him next to me. 

He walks back to the bathroom and a minute later walks back to the room. He jumps on the bed, rumpling the sheets in the process ''Come on Trick, join me,'' he pats the mattress as an invitation to me. 

He is being extremely comfortable with me right now. minutes ago we were both extra emotional and slamming doors, now he wants me to lie down next to him. I shift until I am seated next to him with my head against the headboard. He lies on his back and I can't help but look at him. he is looking away from me. 

''I can't believe this is happening between us. I hated you last week,'' he mutters all the thoughts that have been in my mind. 

I smile, he moves until he rests his weight on his elbow, lying down on his side. I see him clearly now. 

''I didn't hate you though.''

He scoffs ''You didn't like me either,'' he reminds me. 

''Yeah.'' 

With a soft sigh he lays on his back again, this time closing his eyes ''I am really sorry for leaving you tonight.''

He brings it up again even though I am completely over it. I am not upset anymore. 

''You don't have to apologise, just don't do it again,'' I lean forward and poke his chest playfully. He opens his eyes instantly and grabs my finger in his hand. My heart stops from that contact because it was unexpected. I didn't think he would even touch me today. 

''You have to promise me that you won't flirt with anyone,'' his voice is low as he utters those words. 

I feel chills in my spine. I don't even know what is happening. He sits up on the bed, still gripping my finger tightly. I don't want him to let go. I revel in what is happening right now. 

He doesn't want me to flirt with anyone. 

Does that mean he was jealous? 

''You left with a girl,'' I accuse him. 

He closes his eyes as he moves even closer to me. our legs touch in the comfort of the mattress. I want more from this proximity but I will not demand anything, I won't make the first move. 

''She didn't do anything for me. no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about you,'' I look into his eyes and they are dark and fucking inviting. 

He is inviting me into his orbit and I don't know if I belong there yet. Things are not clear between us. he is not clear about what he wants. I don't want to get hurt again but I really want him. 

''Just a touch from you is all it takes,'' he pulls my hand towards him and I feel his dick rise as I settle above the shorts. 

I don't know what he is doing but I feel him and I know that what this is leading to. 

''what are you doing Jack? We said this was not a good idea,'' I remind him of all the words he has tried to stick into my head. 

He nods, my hand is still on his dick as it throbs. 

''I don't know anymore. I just want you so bad,'' he cries. I feel the pain in the depths of his voice. 

''You have me,'' I blurt out.