She must be a sound sleeper. She'd have to be, living on the streets. Cars going by. Trucks beeping. Sirens blaring. I don't know how you sleep through all that.
I'd like to check the time but I don't want to move and wake her. It's dark out so it's gotta be after seven. Devin probably texted me to remind me to go to the bar. If Giselle's there, I know he did. He keeps pushing me to go out with her but I'm not interested. Giselle's gorgeous and seemed nice when we talked but I didn't feel that spark I feel with Raine. I felt it the moment I met her, before we even knew each other, and it's only gotten stronger the more we hang out.
I wanted to tell Raine that when she asked why I didn't like Giselle but then decided not to. She said she's not ready for a relationship so I need to take it slow with her, although what we're doing right now seems like we just fast-forwarded way past a casual friendship. I don't usually sleep half naked in a bed with a casual friend.
Raine lifts up her arm like she's waking up, but then turns on her side, her back to me. She mumbles something, then reaches back and grabs my arm, tugging it over her. I turn on my side, not sure what she's doing, then wait as she tucks my arm over her waist.
I smile, thinking how upset she'd be with herself if she knew she'd just done that. I'm happy she did. I love being with her like this. Having her in my arms.
My eyes shut and I try to go back to sleep. I'm not tired but I'm not going to get up and ruin this perfect moment. It may never happen again so I'll stay here as long as she wants.
She slides down a little in the bed, like she's trying to get farther into the covers, then she backs up into me, her body molded to mine. My cock instantly reacts to the feel of her firm round ass pressed up against it. Her arm lifts up to rest on the bed, allowing me to free my arm from her waist. I need to move away from her enough that we aren't touching down there. I can't sleep when I'm this turned on and I don't want her waking up to the feel of my erection against her.
I slowly slide my hand down, trying not to disturb the covers, and notice her shirt is up by her waist. It must've rode up when she moved. I know I shouldn't, but I inch my hand lower and feel more of her soft beautiful skin. I keep going, expecting to run into her panties but they're not there. She's not wearing any.
I freeze, my hand now on her hip, her naked ass pressed into my crotch. My shorts are the only thing between us but the thin fabric is doing nothing to control my throbbing cock. I attempt to back up without waking her but she feels me move and flips to her back.
"Miles?" she mutters, reaching for me.
"I'm right here." I take her hand, holding it so it doesn't lower and land on my crotch.
"What time is it?" she mumbles.
"I don't know. I'll check." I reach behind me to the beside table and grab my phone. "It's seven-thirty."
"We slept that long?" She sounds more awake now and when I turn back, I see her lying there, rubbing her eyes.
"We were tired."
She looks at me, her eyes still sleepy. "You missed your date."
I lay on my side, facing her. "It wasn't a date. I'm not interested in Giselle."
"There could've been some other girl at the bar you'd be interested in."
"Maybe I'm already interested in someone else." My eyes lock on hers as I say it. I know I said I'd take things slow but being with her today, in bed, lying beside her, I realized I can't do it. I can't hold back my feelings for her when they're this strong. And I don't just mean my attraction to her. I mean how I feel about her. How happy she makes me.
She turns on her side to face me and is about to say something but then jerks back. "Shit!"
"What?"
She backs up even more, to the other side of the bed. "I just realized I'm not um..." She bites her lip.
"Wearing anything more than my shirt?" I ask with a smile.
"Yeah. And stop smiling like that!"
"Sorry, but a guy can't help but smile when a beautiful girl invites him into bed wearing nothing but his t-shirt."
She starts to smile but then shuts it down. "That wasn't supposed to happen. I thought I had them on. I forgot I'd given them to you to wash. Sorry about that."
"Don't be." I scoot closer to her. "I don't mind."
She glances up at the ceiling. "We didn't...you know...do anything, did we?"
"Trust me." I keep the smile going. "You would know if we did something."
Her face flushes and her neck moves as she swallows. "I didn't mean THAT, specifically. I just meant...never mind."
"Despite your lack of clothes, I was a perfect gentleman. If anything, YOU were the one taking advantage of ME."
"I didn't do anything," she insists. "I was sleeping."
"While rubbing your backside against the front of my shorts." I put my hand up. "Not that I minded. But a certain part of me isn't too happy with you right now."
She breaks into a smile. "Sorry. To both of you. I didn't know I was doing that. I must've been cold."
"Or you just like being close to me."
Her eyes lower. "Maybe a little."
"I liked it too."
"Liked what?"
"Being close to you." I slide up next to her and wrap my arm around her waist. "Having you in my arms."
"You do?” she asks, sounding surprised.
Does she not know how much I like her? How is that possible? I go to see her every night. I make sure she has plenty of food and bottled water. I help her with Gladys. How could she not know how much I care about her?
"Raine, when I said I was already interested in someone, you know who I was talking about, right?"
She shakes her head.
"Seriously?" I let out a laugh. "Raine, I was talking about you."
"But I thought—" She pauses. "I thought you changed your mind after we kissed."
"Are you kidding? That kiss was amazing. It made my feelings for you even stronger."
"Then why didn't you do it again?"
"Because you ran off like you never wanted to see me again. You made it clear you didn't want that. So I slowed things down, but Raine, I still want it. I still want a relationship with you."
She shakes her head. "We can't."
"Why not?"
She gets out of bed, yanking my shirt down and holding it there. "Where's your washing machine?"
"Just past the kitchen, but wait. Don't go down there yet."
"Miles, I don't want to talk about this. I misunderstood how you felt. I never would've slept here with you if I knew you still felt that way." She turns and hurries down the stairs.
I meet her at the washing machine where she's transferring her clothes to the dryer.
"Let's go get some dinner."
"I'm not hungry," she says, just as her stomach growls.
I chuckle. "Your stomach is telling me otherwise."
She shuts the dryer door. "How do you turn this on?"
I reach over and hit the button to start it, then grab both her hands and pull her toward me as I lean against the wall.