Chapter 21 of 26

Westerman - affect

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I stare at the one queen bed stationed between two nightstands with wooden lamps across from a dresser with no tv. I drop my equipment and duffle bag on the floor, placing Del's carrier down with an exhale of frustration escaping my mouth.

"So, now what?" Del speaks, staring at the situation in front of us. "You couldn't have asked for two beds?"

"Normally, I'm preferably here by myself." I offer a short, phony smile.

"So, what? This a part of your plan to sleep with me?" She turns to face me, her head tilting sideways. I stare at her for a moment, observing her short biker shorts and matching black off-the-shoulder sweater. Something so basic, yet I can't help but like it.

Her dark hair cascades over her shoulders, framing her face in a way that makes it hard to notice her unimpressed expression.

I take a step closer before speaking lowly, "Trust me, Delezar, I wouldn't need to trick you." I turn to grab my things and place them on the desk facing the wall next to the old vertical blinds.

I hear the springs of the bed as Del sits down on the edge. I begin to undress, pulling off my jersey, padding, shorts, and socks, while feeling her heavy gaze on my back the whole time. The room is filled with the quiet sounds of fabric rustling and the occasional creak of the bed.

I turn around, left in my spandex shorts tossing the clothes that were in my hand, and look up to see Del's gaze fixed on my stomach, then momentarily dropping lower to the wrap just under my waist. Her eyes linger, and I can almost feel the heat of her stare. I shake my head and grab a white singlet and loose boxers to change into from my duffle bag.

"Just admit it, Del." I shrug, turning around with my clothes in hand.

"Admit what?" She crosses one leg over the other, her eyes boring into mine.

"That you think I'm attractive."

"Please—" She looks away. "Attraction and affect are two different things."

"Meaning?" My eyebrow raises as I walk towards her.

"You have no effect on me Westerman, even if you're—"

"Attractive?" I finish, a smirk tugging at my mouth.

Her eyes slowly trail up my torso until they meet mine, her hands resting behind her, and her hair falling back. "Was going to say decent looking."

"I have a hard time believing that." I roll my eyes.

"What, that you're decent looking?" Her eyebrows raise in a taunting manner, but I'm feeling anything but taunted with her seated in front of me, looking up at me with her big brown eyes.

"No. That I don't have an effect on you."

"You don't."

"Prove it." I drop the clothes that were in my hand onto the corner of the bed, stepping closer to her. The distance between us shrinks, and I can feel the heat radiating from her body. The room feels smaller, the walls closing in as the tension builds.

Del's eyes flicker with defiance and something else I can't read. She uncrosses her legs, her posture straightening as she leans slightly forward. "And how exactly do you want me to prove it?" Her voice is steady, with a slight edge to it, a challenge.

"Simple," I say, my voice low and steady. "If I don't have an effect on you, then this shouldn't bother you at all." I lean in over her as she lets herself fall back, positioning my right knee between her thighs, my face inches from hers...my breath mingling with hers. I can see every detail of her face, the way her pupils dilate slightly, her high cheekbones, full lips, the faint flush spreading across her cheeks, her upside down smile that's barely noticeable yet the most seductive thing i've seen.

"Nothing?" I whisper by her ear.

She brings her hand up my chest, her fiery touch trailing down my stomach, leaving a tingling path in its wake. She then pulls at the rim of my shorts, releasing the material so it snaps back below my hip. Her arm snakes around my neck and she brings her body into mine taking me by surprise.

She brings her lips to my ear before speaking. "Absolutely fucking nothing." She whispers and I roll my eyes and get up as she releases her grip. She follows suit, sitting up with her gaze fixed on the material below my waist.

"What's with the wrap?" she asks, her eyes narrowing and her voice curious.

"I mean, not that I care—"

"You're right, you don't care. So leave it." I cut her off, grabbing my things off the corner of the bed, and walk into the washroom, shutting the door behind me. Not long after, turning on the shower.

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By the time im done showering, grabbing ice from the ice machine down the hall and a blanket from the closet Del is sound asleep in the middle of the bed, her red silk shorts ridding up along with the oversized grey t-shirt shes wearing, I try not to make much noise although she looks dead to the world her brown hair scatterd in every direction and the silence of her breathing.

I walk over to the side and accidentally hit the side table causing for the lamp to shake and fall. "Fuck," I quietly curse grabbing the lamp and placing it back on the side table to now see Del sitting up groggily brushing her hair out of her face. "Sorry I didn't mean to wake you."

"What are you doing?" She whispers, the outside light illuminating her face through the blinds. She eyes the blanket and pillow that I'm now grabbing from the bed and a sigh escapes her mouth.

"Don't be ridiculous," She breathes out, the tiredness still clear in her voice. "The beds big enough for the both of us and your injured-" I eye her surprised to the fact that shes not as obliviouse like my father thinking I was just slow.

"You were overcompensating your left leg for your right one with a slight limp the last 4 minutes of the game, and plus the ice." She finishes and I sit down on the edge of the bed setting up my pillow. I feel her scooch over and as I turn to lay down she's now sat on her knees grabbing another pillow from behind, then shoving it under my knee, while I place the ice.

"Thanks." I speak quietly and she shrugs getting under the blanket  and turning over creating a decent amount of space between us. I sit for a moment my hands intertwined on my stomach staring at the popcorn ceiling.

"Stephan?" Her voice is low and I hear her shift to face me, "About that rumor, thanks."

A/N Ive been bussssyyyyy so couldnt update as quickly, I am a girly in sports so been on that grind but gave you two chaps to make up:))

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