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I put the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher as Oakley boldly pulls me into his chest and kisses the top of my head. "Are you busy today?"
"Other than a class at three, no. Why?" I turn around so I can look up at him and lean my back against the counter.
"Let me take you on a date." His voice sounds more profound than usual—more intense. His arms are on either side of me now as he leans in closer, trapping me. The burning intensity in his eyes is enough for me to know he can hear my erratic breathing. I'm panting like a dog in heat for crying out loud.
"Um yeah—yes. Sure. Sounds good to me." God, I sound like an idiot.
"Yeah?"
My heart picks up when a giant grin spreads over his chiselled features.
"I can take you home in a couple of minutes so you can change? I mean, unless you wanna wear just that on our first date?" he offers and leans down to press a gentle kiss on my cheek.
"Yeah, I bet you wouldn't mind that, would you? I'm just going to put my clothes back on and then we can head out." I give him a shy smile and duck under his arm to put some much-needed space between us.
"I definitely wouldn't mind. Just wear the sweatpants I gave you last night. If you want to put them on this time."
Right, the sweatpants I didn't wear so that I could shake my ass at him. The cocky smirk on his face is well earned. This conversation just got really embarrassing.
"Shut up. I was hot," I mutter.
"Yeah, you were." His smirk returns. "You can use my room. I’ll change in the bathroom after I shower. Just let me grab some clothes." He wastes no time and heads to his bedroom.
A few minutes later, I pull on the sweatpants that I have to roll up five times and the same shirt from earlier. I sit on Oakley's bed and scroll through my phone while I wait for him. Sooner than later, he comes strolling confidently out of the bathroom.
He's wearing beige khakis with a teasingly tight white, long sleeve shirt. Not that I mind. His hair is swept up behind a backward grey baseball cap like usual and I can smell his musky body wash from here as it wafts greedily over me.
"Are you done examining me? Do I fit the part?" He lifts a brow as he watches me practically eye-fucking him again. I seem to be doing that a lot.
"No, actually, I don't think I am," I state while biting my lip—a habit I seem to have recently picked up.
Oakley makes a noise between a growl and a moan, and I bring my eyes up to meet his. His pupils dilate as the tension rises in the room. Maybe he'll finally pounce on me.
Nope, who am I kidding? He abruptly coughs, throws a Saint's hoodie on and leaves me alone in his room. "Ready to go? It's ten, so we still have plenty of time."
I sigh and nod once. "Yep, let's go."
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Surprisingly, there had been no awkwardness on the way over to my apartment. That was until Oakley and I walked in and saw Morgan and Matthew making out on the couch without a care in the world.
"Guys! Didn't you have enough time last night? Please tell me you weren't just about to have sex on our couch!" I shriek. Oakley covers my eyes from behind and chuckles in my ear.
They jump apart and Morgan reaches for the blanket lying beside her before covering her and Matthew up.
"You could have given us a heads up at least, ass hat," she glares while Matt laughs at her embarrassment.
"Bro, go get dressed. Not everyone wants to see... all of that." Oakley waves his hands in front of Matthew. As soon as both of them head to Morgan's room to get decent, I tell Oakley to sit anywhere but the couch while I get ready.
Half an hour later, I'm ready to go. Oakley informed me on the drive over that we are going to the rink since the team doesn't have practice today. I decided not to tell him that I am, in fact, an excellent skater, mainly because I didn't want to have to bring up the fact that David was the one who taught me.
Plus, I would much rather have him close, teaching me, than farther away. When I reenter the living room, Morgan, Matt, and Oakley are sitting on the couch. The boys are watching whatever hockey game is on TV, while Morgan has her head in Matt's lap, scrolling through her phone.
"Good to go?" I ask loudly. The three of them look up at me. Matthew smirks, Morgan grins, and Oakley stares blankly.
