The Do Over

I couldn't stop thinking about her even though it had only been a few hours since I'd left her at her home. Although I'd barely gotten any sleep, I woke up early to finish prepping for some drills I had coming up. I tried to focus on what I was doing, but I had Dani on the brain.

Hoping that she was already up, I sent her a text message. It was actually my second text. I didn't want to come across as desperate, but I really wanted to hear from her. Yes, I'm desperate. Shit.

Between the early morning and the alcohol, I was pretty sure that she would feel awful when she got up. I thought back to last night.

When I dropped her off at home, I wanted to do more for her. She pretty much passed out while we watched the sunrise, so I carried her back to my car. She wrapped her arms around me and then buried her head in my chest.

I tried to nudge her to wake her, but she was out of it. I didn't know if I should take her to my place or to her home. I knew where I wanted to take her, but I thought it was smarter to just take her home. The only problem was I didn't know where she lived. I tried to get some cooperation from her, but she only mumbled something as she motioned toward her purse. I looked in her purse to find her phone, lipstick, keys, and—Thank God—her license.

Down the street from the University of Miami, her home was a small pink townhouse in the Gables. When I pulled up to her house, she was dead to the world. I got out of my car, leaving her inside for now, and went to open her front door. The style and décor seemed to suit her. At least, it fit my perception of her. I went back out to my car and then carried her inside.

Still wearing my jacket, her dress shifted, riding up her body, as I carried her through her house. Finding her bedroom, I laid her down gently on her bed.

After kissing her forehead, I whispered, "Baby, you really should change into something comfortable."

While she twisted and turned to take off my jacket, her head barely making it off of the pillow, I found her T-shirt drawer. When I sat her up, her arms wrapped around me. She buried her head against my chest. Her hand came up to rest right below my heart.

"Okay, we have to finish getting you changed," I said. "Can you do the rest?"

She mumbled incoherently, so I carefully took off her dress. She raised her arms for me and then plopped back down on the bed. I really hoped she wouldn't be pissed off at me for taking all these liberties. Damn, what if she gets mad? I just wanted to take care of her.

Wearing nothing but sexy panties and those shoes, with her hair fanned across her white bedding, she looked amazing. She didn't have a bra on. I guessed it would've been impossible with that dress. I liked the dress, but I didn't like when all the men at the club had gawked at her, especially that Rick douche. I'd wanted to knock him on his ass when he'd talked about her. I wasn't sure that I wanted her to ever wear that dress out in public again.

As she was lying in bed, I pulled the T-shirt over her head and then tucked her in. More than anything else, I just wanted to climb in next to her to feel her close to me. I wanted to caress her and hold her. Damn, I wanted to love on her. I placed a chaste kiss on her lips, and then I brushed her hair off of her face.

Caressing her face gently, I said, "Sweet dreams, baby."

I closed the blinds and then left her to sleep. I really had to get the hell out of here before I did something stupid.

My phone chirped, bringing me out of my thoughts.

Chris: Dude, did you hook up with that hot chick?

Liam: You're such a douche. Don't talk about her like that.

Chris: Shit, you have it bad.

Liam: Go to hell.

Chris: Magic p-ssy.

Liam: I'm going to kick your ass the next time I see you.

I looked at my watch to see if an hour had passed. I was becoming a girl and a desperate one at that. I dialed her number. Damn, I'm nervous. As I waited for her to pick up, I paced around the room.