Stone Creek by Davis, Lainey (reading diary .TXT) 📕

my eyes off him. He doesn’t stir. As I stare at his crotch, I notice with mixed emotions that his erection has gone down, too. Eventually, I toss a blanket over him and turn off the television. Not wanting to leave him alone, I decide to crawl in his bed, just so I’m close by if he needs me.

I wake up sometime in the middle of the night and Baxter is in the bed with me, his chin nuzzled against my shoulder, his good arm draped around my waist.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Bax

I wake up with Olive in my bed, like some fucking fantasy come true. She must have brought me home and taken care of me last night. I can’t remember anything past the car ride when she told me to take my meds. My shoulder hurts less this morning—more of a dull ache than an acute, stabbing pain.

I think Doc said I was supposed to come in this morning to start rehab stuff. My stomach grumbles and I realize I’m fucking starving. Olive starts to stir so I do what any good friend would do, and I flick her. “Hey,” I whisper. “I’m going out for bagels. You want one?” She nods and rolls over.

I pat her on the shoulder and close my eyes, fighting back the urge to drop a kiss on the skin of her neck, right behind her ear where I bet it’s soft as silk. I dreamt last night that I kissed her, that she wanted to kiss me, too.

As I slide into my sneakers, I remember the dream, me telling her how much I want her, Olive hesitating, but then returning my kiss and running her tongue along my teeth. I felt so safe, so natural, so happy. Definitely the best damn dream of my life.

In the living room, I see the melted bag of ice she must have been putting on my shoulder, and my shoes are neatly arranged by the door. Shit, she must have really taken care of me last night. I owe her a lot more than a bagel.

When I get back, she’s still asleep, so I write her name on the bag and open the fridge—where I see she has neatly arranged takeout containers from last night, too. What did I even do to deserve this girl? There’s no fucking way I’m ever going to have a girlfriend who treats me this well.

I sure as shit don’t deserve this much kindness after I run off my mouth the way I do to everyone who gets on my nerves. And that’s everyone. Except Olive.

It’s important for me to remember that these fever dreams of grinding my dick against Olive? Those have to stay what they are: fantasies.

I whisper to her that I’m going to the training room and she nods. She’ll let herself out later, I guess. Hopefully she will get some sleep while I’m out.

The dickhead Justin isn’t in this morning, thank god. The girl Olive knows—Julia I think—has me strip to my shorts in the training room and start out with a deep tissue massage, which is fine by me after a game like yesterday. I’m in my own world, hooked up to the stim, when I feel someone slap my ass.

“Hunh?” I turn over to see Kevan grinning, hopping up on the table next to mine.

“How’s the shoulder, dude?”

I grunt in response. He recounts the finer points of our victory yesterday while getting his own massage and I try to pay attention. Kevan isn’t that bad a guy, now that I realize he’s not trying to get in Olive’s pants. “You had a good game at QB, dude,” I tell him.

But then I turn my attention back to my massage and I sort of drift off on the table until I feel him kick my leg.

“What?”

“I said I wanted to ask you a favor. You got a minute?”

I sit up, realizing I’m all done, massage over. Free to go. That was one hell of a treatment session. “Yeah,” I say, grabbing my shirt. “I guess I do.”

He follows me outside and then that fucker asks me on a date.

“Wait, what?”

“I asked if you’d go with me to the banquet next week. Just as friends.”

“You want me to be your date to the athletic association donor’s banquet?”

He shrugs. “Were you going to take someone else?”

I blink at him for a minute. “I usually bring Olive with me to that.” It’s nice seeing her dressed up a little, showing her off. I flush, feeling guilty that I always leave with another girl for dirty sex I never remember after. I’m a pretty terrible date, actually. Why does Olive agree to go with me?

Kevan draws back, looking smug. “Way I hear it, Olive’s already going with someone else.”

I feel my face twist in confusion. What the hell is this guy even talking about? She would have mentioned it if she had a date to the banquet…hell, she’s fucking asleep right now in my god damn bed. It’s been like an hour since I saw her last. I drag my hands down my face. I’ve got to go find her. We already had a lot to talk about, and now this. “I gotta go, Kev.”

“Let me know about the banquet, ok?”

I shoot him a thumb’s up as I walk back toward my suite, where I hope like hell Olive is still in my bed waiting for me.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Olive

I always thought I’d feel elated if I ever kissed Baxter, ever heard him express feelings that matched my own. When I wake up in his bed, alone, I just feel empty.

Drugged out of his gourd, he told me the words my soul longed to hear. By the light of day, he’s back to