14
The show travels from town to town so often, I don’t ever bother to unpack. I just live out of my suitcase, so to speak. It makes things so much easier.
I dig through my bag looking for a pair of clean underwear to sleep in when I notice Anna out of the corner of my eye. “Do you want to shower first, or is it okay if I do?”
She sits on the bed next to my suitcase. “I prefer to take mine in the morning.”
The thought of her naked and wet, only a room away from me, causes my cock to jerk in my jeans. I’ll have to make damn sure I’m out the door before that happens in the morning. God knows I’ll never be able to resist her if I’m here for all that.
F*ck me.
I need a distraction before I go to the shower to jerk off while thinking about her.
I force my mind to think about my upcoming match, and after a couple of seconds my dick calms down and I’m able to function like a normal human being again.
“I won’t be long. You can take the bed. I’ll make a spot on the floor.”
She shakes her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. You have a match tomorrow, you need your rest. I’ll take the floor.”
“Anna,” I warn. “There’s no way in hell I’ll allow you to sleep on the floor.”
She sighs, knowing I won’t give in on this. “Fine. We’re both adults—we can share the bed.”
I raise my eyebrows. “You’re okay with that?”
“Of course I am, silly. We’re friends, and I trust you.” She tries to play it off as a joke to make it seem like sleeping in the same bed with me isn’t a big deal, but I know her better than that.
I want her to know she can trust me. “You don’t have to—”
“No arguing. It’s a king-size bed, so it won’t be an issue.”
“You sure?” I quiz her.
“I trust you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
“Okay then.”
I’m pretty sure I break the record for the fastest shower known to man. The idea of lying inches away from her all night sends a thrill through me. I roll my eyes at myself as I realize that I’m thinking like a f*cking teenage girl excited about the possibility of touching someone I have a crush on. I scrub my hands down my face and attempt to convince myself to chill the f*ck out.
I’ve got to get a handle on this thing because if this keeps up, I’m going to scare her off with my psycho obsession.
If she could ever see inside my head, she’d surely run away screaming.