Swipe Me: Chapter 10
Swipe Me: A Friends-to-Lovers College Football Romance (Covey U Book 1)
As I walked further into the house, I could hear voices coming from the kitchen. Laura and Lyss were putting groceries away and I quietly greeted them.
âReign! Just the girl we were waiting for.â Lyss smiles brightly and an odd feeling of trepidation fills my stomach, maybe I spoke too soon about agendas. She wants something. I can see it in her wolfish grin.
âWhatâs up?â I ask hesitantly as I amble into the kitchen, throwing my book bag on the counter.
Laura shrugs, âNothing major. Weâre just figuring out our next prank on the guys.â She says as she opens the fridge and puts a few items away.
âNothing major?!â Lyss quirks her eyebrow questioningly at Laura. She really takes this weird feud with Aiden seriously.
âOh, thatâs cool. What are you guys thinking?â I look between them and I can only imagine what theyâve concocted.
They look at each other and then Laura says, âWeâve got a few ideas, but we wanted to pass them by you before we started prepping.â
âOkay, so what were you thinking?â
âWell, our number one idea is glitter.â Then thereâs silence. I keep staring at Laura, expecting more of an explanation but she doesnât supply anymore. She just keeps smiling incessantly like that should explain everything.
âJust glitter?â I raise my eyebrow. âIt there more to the idea or are we just going to throw glitter in their face when they open the door?â
âNo of course not.â Lyss quips, flipping a strand of her blonde hair over her shoulder. âItâs more along the lines that everyone hates glitter.â I nod, urging her to continue. âWell, we thought about sending it in the mail but once theyâve opened the letter, it will only be in one place, making it easy to clean up. We need to make it more difficult. More annoying. It needs to be put it in places in their house they would least expect so when they do find it, it will get everywhere. That crap is hard to clean!â She laughs manically. What a terribly annoying idea. Itâs perfect.
âThatâs a great idea. Where were you thinking of putting it then?â
âIn their drawers, it will be all over their clothes and theyâll look like those glittered vampires from Twilight for months. Who knows the last time they did laundry? I doubt they even own a vacuum, so they wonât be able to get it out of the carpets either. Every step they take will be a constant reminder of us.â
âBut if you just stick it in their drawers, wouldnât it be obvious? We want to make it so they donât notice or canât figure out where itâs coming from.â I point out and both nod in agreement. âWe should stick it in those condom pockets of their jeans.â
âCondom pockets?â Lauraâs brows furrow.
âYou know, those little pockets within the big pocket?â Lyss and Lura look at each other, bemused. âI thought it was called a condom pocket?â
âI know what that pocket it is, Reign. Iâve just never heard anyone call it a condom pocket before⦠Coin pocket yes but I learn a new thing about you every day.â She chuckled. âThat is a good idea though. It wonât move too quickly around their stuff and it will be hard to pinpoint where itâs coming from with the added benefit that it will be a bitch to get out.â
âCool, so there we have it. We will fill their denim with glitter. We just need to figure out a time when they are all out.â
âTomorrow morning theyâre all at practice.â Lyss points out. I canât help but question why she knows that. I think thereâs a lot more going on between her and Aiden than this weird prank war. âLetâs aim for that.â
After agreeing with them, I make a quick dinner and then head up to my room to get some work done. I hardly notice the sun set, Iâm so engrossed in an assignment that when I finish for the night, I have to massage the knot out of my neck from craning forward so much.
Itâs already 9 oâclock and the only thing illuminating my room is the little desk lamp next to me. I canât help but hear Devinâs door open and as much as I try to force myself to stay focused on the computer screen in front, I canât help it. My eyes wander over to the window to get my fill of him.
Watching him undress last night left me wanting more than a bachelorette at the Magic Mike stage show. I woke up smiling, fully expecting to see him in all his chiseled glory getting out of bed, but apparently, heâs an early riser. He was already gone, leaving me disappointed and hungry for more. Iâm only looking though. No touching whatsoever.
When I catch sight of him, my mouth dries. Heâs scrubbing a towel into his wet dark hair with only a pair of gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Does he only own one shirt or something? His abs are on full display and I swear if I look hard enough, I can see a droplet of water trickling down his abs, just calling out for me to lick it.
Just like last night, I know I should look away, but I just canât stop perving. I wonât stop myself.
The way those sweatpants hang leave little to the imagination. Although I donât have to imagine much, I know exactly what heâs packing down there.
Iâm starting to get hot and uncomfortable watching him, rubbing my thighs together to ease the throbbing. Iâm annoyed at myself for agreeing it was a one-time thing. The way he sets me on fire by just looking at him is unhealthy. Heâs an itch I need scratched over and over again.
All my thoughts stop when his eyes meet mine and his lip curls. He caught me watching him and he knows it. All that tension leaves his body as he slowly walks towards the window, making sure his chest is puffed out, so I get a show.
As he leans over the railing, he puts a hand on the glass and gently pushes my window open. âHey, darlinâ,â He slurs, and I have to ignore the butterflies in my stomach when I hear his thick throaty accent.
âD,â I give him a tight smile, hoping he canât tell heâs making me hotter than Las Vegas in my panties. He watches my every move as I stand up to meet him at the railings. As I approach, I notice his tired eyes and paled skin. âAre you okay? You look a little down?â I asked, placing my hands on either side of his. Weâre barely touching, but I feel it all the way down to my toes. His smile softens as he relaxes, and he looks down then back up to me.
âItâs not been the best day,â He admits, his hazel eyes swirling with tiredness. âBut just seeing you have made it a little better.â He smiled and I could feel my cheeks heating.
Ignoring the tingles, I let my thumb gently rub the side of his pinky finger. âDo you want to talk about it? Iâm a great listener.â His pinky moves, wrapping itself around my thumb as he thinks about it for a minute.
âNot really.â He sighs out, and as he edges closer, his musky cologne fills my nostrils, instantly relaxing me. Devinâs the quiet one. Quieter than any of his friends who are almost open books. When they were joking and laughing the other day, I noticed he was pensive as he sat there watching the group. It was like he was lost in his own world. One I wanted to learn more about because even though weâve shared the most intimate parts of our bodies, I feel like I donât really know him. Something inside me wants to know everything about him though.
I leaned back from the railing, giving him the space I think he needs. I smile noticing he watched my body with interest. Itâs nice to know that I might have the same effect on him as he does to me. âDo you want to hang here?â He asks, scratching the back of his head. A quick thrill runs down my spine because this is the first time Iâve been invited in, to spend time with him, in his space. âWe could watch a movie.â He suggests. A dark room with Devin. Iâm in.
âAre you sure? I donât want to disturb you.â I ask more for politeness because the last thing Iâd want to do is force him to hang out with me when he just wants to be alone. I canât deny, the idea of being in his bedroom is sending all kinds of excitement through my body though.
He grins, Iâm sure he could hear the eagerness in my voice. Iâve got a feeling if I go over there, things may end in a more than friendly kind of way. âIâd love the company.â
I hold back the squeal of excitement, âOkay, great. Well let me just put my PJs on and Iâll come right over.â He nods with a grin on his face. Is this really going to happen again? Have I somehow willed it?
After I turned around, I glanced over my shoulder. Devin is still leaning against the railing. Heâs slow to move because heâs watching me, and I may add a little swag to my walk for good measure. I grab a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from my bed and head to the bathroom to get ready for my night with Devin.