Page 2 of Stalked By the Shortstop
Tonight felt different, though. She shifted, her eyes slightly open as they stared at the clock on her nightstand before she turned around and sighed, a sound I knew would be replaying in my head, again and again, once I was back in my own dorm.
She squirmed and then did something she hadn’t done in the last couple of weeks of my nights sitting in the darkness. She rolled over onto her back and kicked off the blankets. And just like that, my mouth ran dry.
Bone dry.
I’d been respectful until now.Mostly. I’d even shut my eyes one night when she’d taken care of herself under the covers. Shit, the sounds I’d heard that night were still the most erotic thing I’d ever heard in my life. Just the reminder made my already hard dick start to pulse with need.
Her legs were toned and tanned under the silver glow of moonlight streaming into her room. And she wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of sage-green panties and a white tank topso damn threadbare I could make out the dark circles of her areolas from where I was. The tips of her pretty, little nips stood at attention, and I started to salivate.
No, not me. The animal inside of me.
Holy fucking shit, was that what she wore every night? Panties and a tiny top?This whole damn time?
Heat washed through me, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to shut my eyes this time if she moved her hands down between her legs. Shit, I wasn’t sure I could even fucking think in that moment.
Her hand dropped to her belly as she softly scratched her delicate skin, pushing the tank up and giving me the perfect unobstructed view of her stomach. Flat with the cutest little belly button I’d ever seen. Then she sat up, and I froze.
Fuck.Getting cocky was definitely going to get me arrested.
It felt like her eyes roamed the room for an eternity. Every second felt longer than the last as I waited for her to notice me. She thought she was alone. Her two -bedroom athletics apartment looked much like the one I was in. If she screamed, her roommate, some soccer player, would rush right in and I would get caught.
But I was ready.
Ready to jet over to her, cover her mouth with my hand, and pray my little bird would let me explain. It felt like forever until her gaze caught the corner where I was sitting. I wasn’t sure if the room was dark enough to hide me away or if the fact she’d just woken up and wasn’t wearing her glasses would somehow save me from getting caught and messing up any chance I would have to somehow making the future I’d been daydreaming about having with her since that first time I’d seen her at that damn coffee shop a reality. Her eyes stayed on me for a moment until she yawned and lay back down.
It wasn’t until her breathing had changed, became shallow and heavy, that I let myself relax even a little bit. That had been close. When she started to snore softly, I got up.
I should have left right away. That was the sane, smart thing to do. But sanity had checked out about seven weeks ago.
Temptation not only got the better of me, I let it rule me. I slowly approached the side of her bed and squatted down on my haunches. Like this, I had a better view of her. The beds in these dorms were raised, thankfully. With my own six-foot-three height, it still made me too tall for it to be at eye level, but it was doable.
Jesus, she was pretty. Breathtakingly beautiful. A natural beauty. I hardly ever saw her put on more than Chapstick.
If I wasn’t sure the flash of my phone camera would wake her up, I’d snap a picture. It was so rare to be able to get this close to her. The only times I dared to go there were when I was about to leave and I was positive she was sound asleep or when we were stuck in bigger crowds on campus. Pushing through, I’d go right up to her, close enough to brush the side of her arm with my hand as I forced myself to pass by and act like everything inside of me wasn’t yelling bloody murder at me to toss her over my shoulder and run away with her.
There was a pretty constellation of light freckles smattered under her cheeks, a few on the bridge of her nose. Real ones, not like the kind some girls like to draw on nowadays. I wanted to touch her cheek so fucking badly. To run my hands up and down her body until she begged me for more. My teeth mashed down hard. I needed to be cool.
“Sweet dreams, little bird,” I whispered into the night, kissing the spot on her pillow right next to her hand before standing to my full height and carefully making my way out of her room.
But not before snatching the lacy pink material from her hamper and slipping it into the front pocket of my jeans.
2SADIE FLORES
Irolled my hamper down the hall and toward the elevator.
The thing was heavier than usual, filled to the brim, thanks to a research paper and labs that had forced me to wait two weeks instead of the one I liked to wait in between doing laundry, but it couldn’t be helped. My courses were heavier this semester, and I was feeling it right through to my core.
Not only did I have classes but work study and tutoring.
I was just about to press the button that shut the doors when a masculine voice shouted to hold them open. I winced. Usually, especially in the mood I was in, I would have pressed the shut button and looked up at them apologetically, but he’d said please. Now, I know what you’re thinking, that that’s kind of mean. But honestly, if you knew the kind of jerky, icky guys who not only lived in the same athletics building I did but I’d had to deal with, you would do the same.
Not that I was an athlete. God, no.
I could barely walk a straight line, much less was coordinated enough for anything more than that. Nope. There had been a glitch in the system my freshman year, when they roomed me with a soccer player, who was now my best friend, and the rest was, as they say, history.
I pressed the button next to it to keep the doors opened and averted my gaze from whomever was coming. I’d learned my lesson early on when it came to the guys who lived in the buildings or came and left from friends or lovers' rooms.
Rule Number One: Avoid making eye contact. Because being a division one school in almost every sport, the guys here thought everyone not only knew who they were but wanted a chance to be a notch on their belt. No thanks.
