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“How do you plan on getting back?” I ask. Dave would kill me if I let his baby sister catch a bus back to campus this late at night. Hell, I wouldn't want her to leave this late, but I can't very well say that in those words.
“My car. I followed Neil here.”
Damn it. I'm screwed either way. “Why don't you crash here tonight? I can sleep on my couch.” I lift my chin in the direction of where it sits across the room from my bed. It's old and probably needs to be replaced, but it sleeps pretty well.
Maddie glances at the piece of furniture and then back to me. “It's okay, Winston. You don't have to make a big fuss about this. I'll be fine.”
“Dave would murder me if I let you leave this late at night. Don't argue. Stay and say thanks.”
I watch as she debates it in her mind for a moment before she agrees. “Thanks, but you don't have to sleep on-”
“Don't be ridiculous,” I interrupt. Standing, I walk to my little closet and pull out some blankets. I ask her to toss me a pillow and begin making a makeshift bed. Maddie excuses herself to the bathroom and once I've finished with the couch, I get comfortable.
She comes out, but stays near the door. “Um, I hate sleeping in jeans. It's like the most aggravating thing ever. Do you have something I could wear?”
“Seriously? I'm like a foot taller than you, Maddie.”
“Shut up, and find me something. A t-shirt, gym shorts, anything. Or I'll leave.” She folds her arms over her chest, knowing that she has me right where she wants me.
Huffing, I walk over to my dresser. Maddie softly laughs over her achievement,
and I shoot her a mean look. I shuffle through the clothes and glance at her figure a few times. No way in hell any of my shorts will stay on her hips, even with help from the drawstrings. Her waist is too tiny.
“You're fucking compact, Maddie. I could probably stuff you in my suitcase. Looks like it'll be a shirt.”
As I toss her one, she says, “If you were ever online, you'd know that they call people like me fun-sized now.”
I burst out laughing. All I can picture in my head is a little bar of Snickers and comparing that to Maddie. She mumbles something under her breath as she returns back to the bathroom to change. I go back to the couch and lay down, rolling over to face the wall. Seeing Maddie in only a t-shirt isn't something I want to see.
Even if she does look good.
Her soft footsteps make their way across the room as I listen to her climb into my bed and get comfortable. Right before she clicks off the lamp next to my bed, she says softly, “Night, Winston. Thanks for letting me stay.”
“Night, and you're welcome.”
The light goes off, and we're thrown into darkness. I close my eyes and attempt to ignore she's here until I fall asleep.
THE FIRST THING I notice as I awaken is a female body against me. One bare leg is thrown over my waist, and I can feel bent arms pressed against my chest. Hot air hits just above them in even intervals. The leg tightens around my waist, pulling the body closer to me, and my dick hardens as she brushes against me. I glide my hand down her back, my fingers hitting the soft fabric of her panties thanks to her shirt being hiked up.
Wait.
There's a girl in my bed?
My eyes pop open, and I look down to see Maddie's blonde hair. Fuck! Faintly, I can remember that I slept like shit on the couch, kept waking up, and decided that I would sleep in my own bed. I thought we would be able to stay on separate sides of the bed, but I guess not. Shit, this is bad. There's no way to get away with her wrapped around me like this. I slowly move my hand off her bottom and up to her back. For a moment, I'm distracted by her sleeping position. I mean, her leg is wrapped around me. Who the hell sleeps like this?
Focus, Winston! You're in bed with your best friend's baby sister, your secret ex-girlfriend, and she gave you a fucking hard-on! Maddie stirs next to me, and my eyes quickly close. That's the best thing I can think to do. The scent of coconut floats by my nose, probably from her shampoo. It sort of reminds me of the beach. Damn it, I need to stop thinking like this.
Her leg falls away from my waist, and I figure she's still asleep when she doesn't say anything or make a move to get away from me, so I open my eyes to decide on how to get out of this bed. Only, a set of hazel eyes are squinting at me in confusion.
“What are you doing?” she whispers curiously. “Why are you cuddling with me?”
“I'm not-” I start.
“That's what it feels like,” Maddie interrupts.
“My point was that it's not a me thing. I'm not. We are. But, uh, I wasn't sleeping well on the couch, so I got back into my bed.” For some reason, I feel like if I emphasize that it's my bed, then it'll somehow be her fault for being in it in the first place.
“Oh, well that makes sense. But why are we still laying here like this?”
