Picture Perfect

14.

~Sam~

Garrison has decided that since we were gone for so long he has to double up on his gym time for the next few months. Normally I'd call bullshit and assume he's fucking someone else, but to prove himself to me, he's shared his location.

He didn't bother to ask me for mine so I'm kind of lucky in a sense. I guess he just assumes I'm always waiting here at home for him on bended knee.

On bended knee is what I was for another man a few nights ago. His teammate. And I'll see him tomorrow again during the game.

I stare at my phone a second wanting to text him. To let him know I'm thinking about him. The way he smells, the way he sounds, the way his shoulders float higher than the rest of him when he walks. He wears the stature of a king. And he should know it. He needs to know it.

He needs to know that the thought of pleasing him again made me soak through my silk pajama shorts last night. But what if I'm just jumping to conclusions? What if I'm just assuming that he doesn't have someone else thinking the same thoughts about him?

And if he does, technically it's not my place to hold concern.

You up?

I wait about 7 minutes and then I get a text back.

Yeah, you?

Really?

I mean, clearly... wyd?

Is this supposed to be a booty call text or are you just being nosey?

The audacity.

... the latter.

Good, cause I'm not a cheap hoe, I like to be wined and dined.

I cackle at the message and send proof of my laughter by laughing at the gray message that counters my blue one.

Me too.

So where we going to eat then?

I look around in deep thought. Garrison just got to the gym about 45 minutes ago.

He'll be there for at least 2 more hours.

I'm in the mood for chicken wings actually...

I can order some. You like spicy bbq if I recall correctly?

We went to this wing joint as a group some time in the summer and it's what I ordered. He remembered my order. That means he's been watching me for a while.

That is correct... how long?

Huh?

How long have you had your eye me?

He doesn't respond for 10 minutes.

Just ordered. Come on.

So he's really not going to answer my question?

I get to his place and he opens the door as I step off the elevator.

When I get to him he wraps an arm around me and pulls me inside. He turns us around so that he can push the door close with his back.

He just holds me.

He smells so fucking good. Like Lavender, Pine Cones, and Baby Powder.

"You okay?" He asks softly.

"I'm alive." I pull away looking at him. I take his hand in mine, stretching our arms as if I want to pull apart but I don't.

He just smiles and bites his lips. He's a little light so you can definitely tell when he's blushing.