Page 35 of Wrecked
I, on the other hand, wish I could remember doing it so I'd know what her body felt like being held against mine. Would it be all soft and curvy? Toned and firm? Did I get to feel her skin under my fingertips, or was it only over clothes? Did my nose brush along her cheek, or her hair, while I breathed in her intoxicating scent? Was her ass cozied up against my dick?
It's probably better that I don't know these things.
“Well, I know that you like to grip my underwear in your sleep,” I reply, causing her almost to spit out a mouthful of Prosecco.
“What?”she asks with a nervous laugh, causing me to chuckle. “At least what I said was true. You totally made that up.”
“I didnotmake that up. When I came out of the shower the next morning, I had to get some boxer briefs from the pile you were sleeping on, and you were clutching them tightly.”
“Oh my goodness,” she says, placing both hands on her cheeks. Probably trying to hide the pink that's there. “You're serious.” The cute, embarrassed laugh that falls from her pretty lips has me smiling again. “In my defense, I had a little blanket that I slept with when I was younger, and I used to clutch it tightly. I guess I sometimes still grab things and hold them tight to me. A clutcher and a snuggler,” she muses, laughing lightly and no longer embarrassed.
“We're quite the pair.”
We share a smile for a moment before she starts telling me about Walter's grandkids, the little blanketstheyhave, and how adorable they are. I've never cared for kids and never really wanted any, so it doesn't interest me that much, but just watching her speak so excitedly about it is what keeps me entertained. Then she tells me how bad she feels about him not being able to see them or be around them every day, and you can see that she truly cares about him as more than just a patient.
She's such a loving, caring person, and I find her addicting to be around. I allow myself a second to ponder what it would be like to have her. Not just pulling her into my lap right now, ridding her of her scrubs, and fucking her into the couch, but also cuddling her afterward. Waking up next to her and sharing a coffee. Would I look for a way to get her to leave? Or would I find an excuse to keep her around?
Would I regret it?
The answer is yes, I would, simply because she deserves a hell of a lot more than me.
So, I'll just settle for her sweet company, clinging to the piece of happiness she gives me that seems to stop me from drowning completely. I'll stick with the images of her that I picture while bracing one hand against the shower wall while the other strokes my dick.
Clearing my throat, I grab the TV remote and turn it on. Jasmine reaches for her drink again, and when she realizes what's on, her face lights up.
“Oh,Elementaryis on.”
I know it is because I looked it up earlier today to find out what time it'd be on and what channel. I smile to myself when she settles back into my couch like she's not ready to bolt right away.
Lifting from the couch, I go and grab the one spare blanket I have stuffed away in my bottom drawer that's never used and drape it over her legs.
“Thanks,” she says, barely acknowledging me.I guess she really likes this show.
That's fine by me because I'm not ready to have her leave yet, so if this keeps her here, so be it. After a few minutes, I actually start getting into it as well.
A half hour goes by with neither of us saying anything as we watch, but it's a comfortable silence, where I don't feel the need to talk or fidget.
“This guy is so weird,” I finally say when the main character does something quirky.
When I get no response, I turn to find Jasmine leaning against her arm on the armrest, fast asleep. This isn't the first time she's fallen asleep on my couch, and I know she doesn't have much time off, so I do feel bad about keeping her up late. But it also makes me feel good that she feels comfortable enough in my home to drift off.
Not wanting to wake her, I turn the volume down on the TV to a background noise level and then secure the blanket a little better over her body. A second later, my phone vibrates loudly on the coffee table, so I snatch it up and then hold my breath, watching as Jasmine shifts on the couch, but thankfully, she doesn't wake up. I momentarily watch her as the peace she has surrounding her somehow extends to me, causing a soft smile to hit my lips.
It's not all peaceful thoughts I have while staring at her, though. I can't help but look at those perfect, innocent-looking voluptuous lips and want to see them wrapped around my cock. It's not the first time I've thought about it either, and usually, I feel kinda shitty afterward.
And very horny.
I want her, but I don't want to wreck her.
Remembering my phone, I adjust myself and shake those thoughts, then finally check the screen, seeing that I have two texts. One from Miguel and the other from Jason.
I run a hand through my hair, looking at his name.
It's been about a year since I heard from him last. After Jacob was arrested, we all drifted apart. But it was after I moved here that we became mere acquaintances and talked even less. The guys remind me of an old life that I no longer know but one that I crave daily. One where weekends were spent talking shit and playing video games with my friends. One where my biggest worry was what I was going to do once I graduated high school. One where I had my best friend by my side, and I meant something to my parents.
I decide to open the message from Miguel first, knowing the gist of what it'll be about.
Miguel: Your car will be ready in a couple of days.
