Page 62 of Playing By The Rules

“You throw on some sweats and you drive me home like a gentleman,” she suggests, her voice prim.

Prim, while she’s got herself wrapped all around me like a clingy koala bear.

“I can do that.” I release my hold on her hair and stroke it instead, my fingers getting tangled in the soft strands. “Just let me…hold you for a few minutes longer.”

The moment the words are out, I wish I could snatch them back. Shove them down my throat and forget I even said them. I can’t admit things like that to Blair. Leaving myself open and vulnerable for this girl. Worse, I feel like I’m giving her hope.

When I’m absolutely hopeless.

“I don’t mind.” She sounds so pleased with herself. Pleased with me. She scoots up and somehow presses her face into my neck, her mouth soft and damp against my skin when she speaks. “This feels nice.”

It feels better than nice. And she was right. Naked cuddling wasn’t the move. Once I got her naked, there would’ve been no cuddling. It would’ve been on. So, yeah.

This is much better.

For now.

We lie together for at least another hour, Blair drifting back to sleep while I lie there and savor holding her in my arms. Until the grayish light of early dawn starts to filter through the edges of my blinds, slowly illuminating the room. Allowing me to study her lying on top of me. How good she looks there.

How right.

Clearly, I’ve lost my damn mind.

Finally, she pulls out of my embrace and rolls over the side of the bed, her head dangling over the floor as she reaches for something. What, I’m not quite sure. When I see the screen light up her face, I realize she’s checking her phone.

“It’s past five,” she says, practically falling out of bed before she stands. “I should go.”

Reluctantly, I crawl out of bed and find a pair of sweats, slipping them on before I pull a T-shirt over my head. I shove my feet into some old Adidas slides as she puts her sandals back on and then we’re sneaking out of my apartment, quietly creeping past Knox’s closed bedroom door.

By the time we’re in my car and I’m starting the engine, I’m fully awake and aware of what we just did. It wasn’t much in the scheme of things, but I still feel guilty.

I even feel a little remorse.

“Are you regretting it?” she asks when I pull into the parking lot of her apartment.

I send her a quick look, surprised at her perceptiveness. “No.”

A little laugh escapes her, but it sounds sad. “Yeah, right.”

She’s exiting my car before I can barely put it in park, and I call out her name to keep her from slamming the door and walking away completely.

“I’ll see you later?” I send her a pointed look, wanting her to know this isn’t it. I’ll see her again. I want to do this again. Maybe?

Probably shouldn’t, but I know myself. When it comes to this girl…

I’m weak.

“Sure, Cam. Bye.” She shuts the door and turns, walking toward her building, never once looking back.

I watch her go, my gaze dropping to her ass, the way it shifts and moves beneath the dress. We barely did anything. Some simple kissing that turned into some heavy making out that transformed into cuddling and sleeping together in my bed, wrapped up in each other. Big deal.

I hook up with women pretty often with zero regrets. Always looking to get off and nothing else. Relationships are complicated. Feelings make things difficult. Maybe that’s my problem. I actually have feelings for Blair and that’s why I’m having a hard time watching her walk away without a backward glance. Like I just pissed her off when I really didn’t do anything.

Did I? I don’t think so.

Shit. I probably did.

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