I had no idea what he was talking about. “What?”
“The tv show, Friday Night Lights. Have you ever watched it before?”
“No.”
“It’s one of my favorite tv shows. I’ll start it from the beginning for you.”
“Okay,” I mumbled. I didn’t really care what we watched so long as I didn’t have to be here all by myself.
Tyson hit play and sank back onto the pillows. Without thinking, I snuggled into his side, laying my head on his ribs. His body went stiff and I realized what I’d done.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered in horror as my face heated. I hardly knew him. What was the matter with me? I moved to pull away from him when the palm of his hand landed gently on the back of my head.
“Stay where you are, Ariel,” He whispered as his fingers threaded through my hair, tangling in the blonde locks. “Lay your head back down on me and put your arm around my stomach. Then either watch the show or try to get some sleep.”
I did as I was told, laying my head back on his ribs and slipping my arm around his hard stomach. My legs brushed up against his. He kept his fingers tangled in my hair and his hand at the back of my head. My entire body was engulfed in his strange heat and I found myself relaxing against his side.
He played with my hair as episode one of Friday Night Lights played then bled into episode two. No words were spoken between us, he simply offered the comfort he knew I needed and I greedily took it.
He was right, it was really good. As his fingers shifted gently through my hair, I fell in love with his favorite tv show and hoped we could watch all of it together.
Episode three had just started when my eyes slid shut and my breathing evened out. For the second time in as many days, I fell asleep next to Tyson. I really needed to stop doing this to him.
Chapter Fourteen
Cool, soft lips brushed against my forehead in a light kiss. “Ariel, wake up,” a deep, rough with sleep voice rumbled at me.
I ignored it and snuggled closer into the immense heat I was wrapped around.
He groaned deep and loud in the back of his throat. The noise rolled through me, making me shiver and, unfortunately, reality set it. My front was flush with his side, my breasts pressed up tight to him. My leg was thrown over his, my crotch against his thigh. The arm that had been loosely wrapped around his stomach when I’d fallen asleep had moved without my brain giving it the okay to do so. My hand had found its way under his t-shirt and was resting low on his stomach, directly above his pajama pants and on top of his happy trail. His hand was no longer tangled in my hair but wrapped around the back of my neck instead.
My phone started vibrating and beeping from across the room where I’d left it on my bed.
“What time is it?” I mumbled while rubbing my forehead into Tyson’s side.
“Six thirty. Your phone’s been going off for about ten minutes now. It woke me up.”
Who would be calling me at six thirty in the morning? I didn’t know anyone and the only people who even had my phone number were Tyson, my psycho mother and Mr. Cole. Mr. Cole… Damn. I’d forgotten about his brother.
“Shit,” I muttered as I threw the blanket off of me and struggled to untangle myself from Tyson. He grunted when I accidently elbowed him in the stomach. “Sorry. Sorry.”
“It’s fine,” he grumbled as he rubbed his stomach with is palm. His shirt had slid up, exposing hard abs and a dark trail of hair. If I wasn’t so worried about Mr. Cole I probably would have stood there stupidly while I stared at his deliciously hard stomach and that dark, dark line of hair. I turned my back on him and headed towards the bed before he caught me blatantly staring at his body.
I sat down on the edge of my unmade bed and picked up my cell phone. Shit. I had three missed calls, one voicemail and a text from my mother and one from Mr. Cole. I opened Mr. Cole’s first.
Mr. Cole: Your half an hour starts now.
That was ten minutes ago.
Shit. This having a parental figure who cared could quite possibly drive me crazy.
I opened my mother’s text. I shouldn’t have bothered and should have deleted it without having read it.
Mom: You better be behaving yourself. Your actions reflect on me and you had better remember it.
See? I shouldn’t have bothered.
I called Mr. Cole back. He answered on the second ring.