“It’s okay, Wren. You’re making me feel better about my own chaotic-ness.”
She smiles and slips into the shower.
*
Letting Wren shower here was a bad idea. It was an even worse idea letting her borrow my clothes because she looks so fucking hot right now. She had a clean pair of her own shorts in her bag so she slipped them on along with my shirt which clings to her body in some places which haven’t dried properly, and I can see through it. Right through it. She walked out with her arms across her chest, the shirt falling halfway down her thighs and told me not to laugh. I couldn’t laugh even if I wanted to with how hard I am. When she sat on the bed next to me and I was smart enough to put a cushion on my lap.
“No one can know that this is fake other than your closest friends,” Wren concedes, writing down a rule in her notebook.
“Agreed. I only trust Xavier to keep quiet about it,” I reply. “I’m assuming both Kennedy and Scarlett already know.”
“Yep,” she beams, popping the ‘p.’
We agreed that we’ll do the whole fake dating thing until her showcase at the end of December which gives us just under two months. If it doesn’t work out, we’ll re-evaluate to prepare for my first game. My first real game for the season isn’t until January so I have plenty of time to convince Coach to let me back on the team.
“Next thing is family. Do you want to meet each other's parents, or should that be ruled out?”
I feel my body stiffen and I shrug, not sure what to say. “Why don’t we come to that when the time comes?”
“Okay, but my mom has asked me a million questions since I accidentally told her. And my dad is going to be very interested. That's just how he is. Are you okay with that?” Wren asks wearily, watching for my reaction.
“That’s fine. The last time we spoke she was close to kicking me out so I’m sure she’s going to love that I’m dating her daughter,” I say sarcastically, pulling her notebook into my lap, adding something next to her second rule. She throws a cushion at me, not finding my joke funny.
“Moving on,” she mumbles softly. “We should go out two times a week and have one sleepover, just to show that it’s more serious than casual sex. You can come to mine, and I’ll come here some weeks. We don’t have to stay in the same bed,obviously. If we go to parties, we need to attend and leave together to give no one any reason to speculate that something is off.”
“Yeah, that’s a good one,” I reply, not knowing what else to do.
She’s been taking the handle on this part of the plan, I’ve just been agreeing to everything, trying not to look at her breasts. It’s even worse that she asked for the air con to be put on because I can see how hard they are under the chill.
“What about PDA?” I say, thinking with my dick. She continues typing in her phone, not looking at me. I pull my focus from her legs to her face.
“What about it?”
“Is it going to be a problem?” I ask. She doesn’t make a noise or move as if she’s even heard me as she continues writing. “Okay, so I’m just going to assume that making out, hand holding, ass grabbing and anything up to second base is on the table.”
That gets her attention. Her head shoots up, her cheeks dark red. I can’t help but smirk to myself.
“Only if absolutely necessary,” she breathes, pulling down the shirt further over her thighs. "And we shouldn't show any displays of affection when we're alone."
I ignore her last addition as she writes it down. “Shouldn’t we kiss once before so we know what we’re doing?” I ask.
I rest my hand on her bare knee tenderly and I feel her tense beneath me. She closes her eyes and opens them again before placing her hand on mine. She lets out a noise between a groan and a laugh as she takes my hand off her knee.
“Have you ever kissed a girl before?” she asks, mockingly, titling her head to me.
I nod. Adding, "Multiple," with a grin.
She grimaces. “Then we should be fine.”
I lay down, throwing my forearms across my face. Well, that plan didn’t work out. Which, I’m partly glad for because I don’t think I would be able to stop if her lips came anywhere near mine. I hear her shuffle on the bed, I open my eyes slightly and she’s sitting next to my head.
Her legs are crossed beside me so I can see the slither of her black shorts. I take a deep breath and close my eyes again, praying my dick isn’t as hard as it feels. She continues talking over the plans as I drift in and out of consciousness,mm hmm-ing and nodding in response. I feel her soft hand on my forehead, stroking gingerly, and my eyes shoot open at the gentle contact.
“Sorry. I, uh, I thought you were sleeping,” she whispers. She bites her bottom lip as I shake my head softly. “Okay, my last and most important rule.”
I lean up on my elbows, looking at her under tired eyes. I could get used to this: opening my eyes and seeing her there in my shirt, looking down at me with whatever serious expressions she has now.
“Shoot.”
