My alarm still went off too early and I had to dash to get ready for class. I ended up not having time to dry my hair, so I quickly braided it and called it good. While I was smoothing out a few bumps, I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror.
Wow. I was . . . well, for lack of a better word, glowing. As if I'd been hanging out on a beach or something. Even though I hadn't had much sleep, I looked good. Content.
This was not the time to ponder my life choices. I could do that later when I was alone in bed and trying not to think about them.
My mind is complete mush from all the sex, and I don't think I absorb anything in my classes. But I go and that's what's important.
I'm all set with my plan to keep things with Rhett on the down low, but Tobi attacks me as soon as I get out of my car for practice.
"You missed running this morning, and I wanted to make sure you were . . ." she trails off, studying my face. We've texted today, and I assured her that I was fine, just needed a morning off from running.
"Oh. My. God. You got laid. You had sex with Rhett!" she shrieks, and I want to slam my hand over her mouth.
"Shut the fuck up!" A quick glance around shows that we're alone and no one heard her. I hope.
"Jesus, I think there's someone in Spain who didn't hear you, Tobi," I say, but she's just shaking her head at me.
"You little hypocrite. You were just telling me that you weren't going to get involved with him and then you show up with dopey sex face." I snort.
"Sex face?" She nods.
"Sex face." It almost sounds like a disease or some sort of ailment.
"You are all glowy and happy and your eyes are still kind of glazed over. Seems like he worked you over good." She smirks and leans against my car. We're going to be late for practice, and it's cold as hell out here, but she's not going to let me leave until we hash this out.
"Fine. I had sex with him. But you need to keep your trap shut about it. I mean it." I know I'm about as threatening as a Pomeranian, but I point my finger up at her. She tries to hide a smile but can't. I hate that my height and my face make me so not intimidating. It's really frustrating, especially in situations like this.
"Okay, okay, chill." She puts her hands up when my eyes narrow.
"You are my friend, but I swear, if you let this get out . . ." I trail off, hoping that the warning is clear. I have no idea what I'd do as punishment, but I'll think of something.
"Look, Frey, you know I don't want to hurt you. I'm in your corner. And I think you and Rhett could be really great together, so I'm just going to keep my mouth shut and I'm here if you want to talk. Got it?" She puts her hand on my shoulder and pulls me in for a hug. I get a face full of boob and I have to pull away so I can breathe. Why am I so short?
"Yeah, yeah," I say, waving her off. "I'm freezing my ass off and Coach is going to make us do laps for being late."
Tobi rolls her eyes.
"Well, you could use them after skipping this morning for a horizontal workout." She comically raises and lowers her eyebrows, and I shove her as we walk into the field house.
Coach yells at us and does give us laps, which my legs are not happy about. I hate running even more today. My limbs are all loose, like I've been unscrewed. By being screwed.
God, my brain needs a timeout.
"You okay?" Rhett asks when Coach splits us up to work on our partner stunts.
"Fine," I say. I'm determined to keep things professional between us. Or as professional as we can make them? Seriously, less than ten hours ago I had my legs by my ears and he was fucking my brains out.
Yeah, no thinking about banging during practice. I can feel my face getting hot and my lady parts tingling with the memories.
Rhett Miller is not just good at kissing. He's just . . . oh, he is good at everything. I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life. I had to check my body for injuries afterward. I thought I'd sprained something.
Sex with Rhett was on a completely different level than anything else physical I'd done with another person. I decided halfway through the first orgasm (of many) that I couldn't let this be the only time we were together. Sex is good. Sex is healthy. And Rhett and I are two responsible adults (he wrapped it every time). What's wrong with us using each other to get a little bit of relief? Nothing at all.
"Freya?" he says and I realize I've totally checked out.
"Uh-huh," I say.
"You need to count." Oh, right. Stunting. That thing we're doing.
Right now Rhett and I are working on a new partner stunt sequence that Coach wants to put front and center of our routine. She's also been dropping hints about the two of us competing as individuals, but I'm definitely not ready to commit to something like that yet. Not with everything else I have going on.