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Her alarm started ringing. She buried her face in my chest with a groan. I chuckled. I had tried to get her to bed at a reasonable time last night, but she had had other ideas. As a result, we were both still naked.
"What time is it?" she asked, not moving.
"Time to hit the snooze button," I said, kissing her forehead. She sighed heavily and sat up, reaching down to the floor for her phone. Whenever she did that I'd tell myself I had to get nightstands, but I hadn't gotten round to doing it yet. She stopped the alarm and fell back into the pillow.
"You alright, babe?" I asked, brushing her messy hair off her forehead.
"It's too early," she grumbled.
"You're right. It is. Stay here."
"Huh?" she said, looking at me. Her lips were swollen, pouty from sleep, and her brows were furrowed like she was upset.
"Stay," I said again, simply. I leaned over and kissed her. She moaned, running her hand over my chest.
"I have to get ready to leave. It takes longer to get to school from here than it does from my place."
"You can miss your early class, right?" I asked lightly. She giggled as I kissed her neck.
"With the amount of debt I'm going to owe, I need to get my money's worth," she said.
"It's one class," I insisted, kissing down her chest. I cupped her tit, rolling her nipple between my fingers. She moaned again, pushing her chest into my hand.
"Not now, babe," she said, running a hand through my hair.
"I'll be quick," I said, disappearing under the covers. She laughed, pressing her thighs together so I couldn't get to her. I kissed the back of her thigh, nipping lightly with my teeth. She squealed.
"Roman," she whined. I laughed, doing it again. She scooted away from me, pushing herself up so she was sitting with her legs ha
nging off the bed.
"If we do this, I'm gonna end up falling asleep again," she complained.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," I said, coming up behind her. I kissed her neck wrapping my hands around her waist.
"I can't skip class for you," she whispered. I tried to cop a feel, but she moved my hand. "I'll be back in a little while."
"What am I supposed to do till then?" I asked, kissing her neck again.
"Wait for me," she said, turning and kissing me on the lips. I let my hands drop as she stood. I knew she wouldn’t let me convince her to stay, but it had been worth a shot. Maybe one day it would work, and I was going to make sure that when that day came, it was the one when I asked her.
I checked her out as she walked away into the bathroom. She never really got a lot of color, but her pale skin was soft and creamy. Her body was tight and toned. I didn’t really get those exercise videos she liked to do online, but they worked for her. Fuck, she was sexy, waiting would be worth it.
I got out of bed and pulled on some underwear before leaving the room. I brewed some coffee in the kitchen so it would be ready by the time she came out. I was just pouring in the almond milk when she walked into the kitchen.
"For me?" she asked. I handed her the cup. She took a deep, long sip. She was still in the clothes she had been wearing yesterday, so she'd have to pass by her place to get changed before getting to campus.
"I don't know why I'm being nice to you. You won’t even spend one morning with me."
"You know I can't, babe," she said. I sighed dramatically, pretending to be hurt. She came up and kissed me again. "How about you come over tonight? I'll cook."
"You have to make whatever I want," I said, smirking. "Then I get to have you for dessert." She giggled and kissed me. We finished our coffee standing in the kitchen before I walked her out to her car. I thought about breakfast, but figured I might as well hold off till after the gym.
I had been keeping up with my workouts trying to bulk back up again and last week even started practicing again. Coach Fitz didn't let me join every practice, but it was something. My phone started ringing on the bed as I packed up my gym bag. I didn't know whose phone number it was, so I hesitated before finally picking up.
"Hello?"
"Roman Blake?" It was a man's voice. Clipped and scratchy, but not a wrong number if they knew who I was.
