“Go back to sleep.” I force a smile and shift on the chair, my legs stretched out beneath the bed.
Bristol pulls back the covers and shifts on the mattress, her back flush against the wall. “Join me.”
“Do you really think that’s a good idea?”
“Just sleep,” she grumbles at me. “I’m not offering you anything more.”
I slip out of my shoes and climb under the covers with her. The bed is toasty, and I roll onto my side, trying to give us both ample space on the twin mattress.
Stretching out helps my neck, and I shut my eyes, trying to sleep.
The bed shifts as Bristol seems to grow restless. My back is to her as I try desperately to ignore her subtle movements, which become more pronounced every few minutes.
“Am I taking up too much space?” I roll around to face her.
Bristol’s eyes are wide open.
Wordlessly, she shakes her head, and I let my eyelids flutter shut.
I’m exhausted.
Hockey and Bristol will do that to me.
“Sleep.” I pull her against me.
Her body is tense and I let my fingers caress over her back and down just above her ass. She hums softly and sighs, curling up against me, sliding her leg between mine.
“Goodnight,” I whisper, kissing her cheek before I’m out cold.
Fifteen
Bristol
How does he manage to fall asleep while rubbing my back? His fingers graze my ass, and it takes everything in my power not to jump his bones.
Holy hell, the proximity, his scent, my body feels like it’s in heat.
Damn hormones.
I can’t remember the last time I was so turned on by a guy, let alone one I hated. Definitely not my ex-boyfriend. Not that I hated him. When we dated, I was into him, but he never turned me on like this, just being close to him.
It could be the fact Liam and I have so much pent-up, unresolved sexual tension that it’s mounting like a volcano ready to erupt.
Well, there’s always something ready to blow up between us, not usually sexual in nature.
Pressed up against him, my leg slides between his. I need to feel his warmth, his comfort. It settles my racing heart, which I can’t explain.
The racing heart, I understand, it’s his touch that soothes me I find oddly satisfying and without reason.
He’s an enigma, Liam Moretti.
I should hate him.
I do hate him, on most days.
Last night, he was sweet, bringing me back home, making sure I got to my dorm safe, and then staying with me.
I would have expected a hockey player like Liam to attempt taking advantage of a drunk girl. Yes, I had too much to drink. Anything over one drink, and I’m always tipsy. It doesn’t help that I don’t drink that often.
