Breakfast and Netflix

Willow

I rolled over and stretched, inhaling the delicious scent of Chase's body wash. He was no longer in the bed, having left a few hours ago and I kind of missed the warmth. I hadn't actually cuddled with anyone in months. Will was never a huge fan of cuddling, but the last months of our relationship consisted of sleeping back-to-back and being shut down every time I tried to cuddle with him. The more time I spent with Chase, the more I realized my last relationship should have ended at least six months ago.

I pressed my face into the pillow beside me, trying to talk myself into getting up. It also smelled fantastic. He must have been one of the rare men who actually washed their bedding regularly. With a sigh I finally decided to get up. I picked my jeans up off the floor and put them on, then raided Chase's closet for a sweater instead of throwing on my jacket. He probably wouldn't mind. I picked a plain maroon one that looked like the smallest fitting one he had and grabbed my phone before heading downstairs. It was eight thirty, so I had about an hour before the three of them got home, which gave me enough time to clean up the mess. I picked up all the empties I could find and tossed them into the recycling bin on the front step, then used a wet washcloth to wipe down the kitchen island and living room table.

When I was finished, I pulled out my phone to text Chase, but saw a message from him, as well as Wyatt instead

Wyatt: Thought I told you not to show up

Me: I thought I told you to fuck off. You can't tell me where I'm allowed to be. Clearly you aren't interested in hearing my side of the story yet. Don't text me until you're done being a prick.

I huffed, going into Chase's conversation

You like to cuddle, don't you? It's kind of cute, even if you hold on like a koala. I'll see you when I'm done. Also Fido says hi.

Me: I am not a koala those things have chlamydia you know. Hi fido

I added a blowing kiss emoji at the end and pressed send.

With there being fifteen to thirty minutes before they get home, I decided I was making breakfast. Sort of a thank you for the free drinks and a place to stay for the night. I was also horribly anxious, and being busy would definitely help with that. Since they had training today, they would probably eat enough for six. Inside the fridge I found a large carton of eggs, bacon, tomatoes, onions and mushrooms. Omelettes it is. I found bread in the cupboard beside the fridge and started by buttering it.

Soon I was flipping omelettes in the pan, bacon mostly cooked in the oven, and starting to toast the bread. I was just getting plates out When the door opened, male voices floating through.

"I don't know, probably still sleeping," Chases voice rang out

"Wrong! Lola's right here you fucking Brussel sprout!" I called from the kitchen. I found it easier to joke around with him and his friends than I did with some of my own friends. There was a chorus of laughter.

"Hey Willow, I thought-"

"No way! She cooks? And cleans? You're marrying her". Owen came around the corner cutting Chase off and grabbing a piece of bacon.

"Easy dude, ". I laughed, blushing "We aren't even dating yet,".

"Yet?" Chase's hand was on my back, brown eyes staring down at me. I could feel my ears getting red. "That's adorable you know," He whispered with a wink. He got a kick out of pointing that out. Dick.

"Move dickhead, it's food time. oops, Sorry. Willow first." Callum spoke and corrected himself in the same breath, probably due to the smack Chase delivered to his head.

I laughed and we dished up, crowding around the island. "So how was training?"

"Ugh, horrible. I regret those beers last night. Maybe had a few too many," Owen complained

"I told you it was going to bite you in the ass," Miles said around a mouthful of food. "Mm this is really good Willow, thanks,"

I smiled "No problem,".

"How's your shoulder Chase?" Callum asked.

He finished chewing before he responded. "Still sore, but not as bad after stretching. I might see if I can get in for a massage tomorrow. You have classes today?" He changed the subject,  turning  to me.  I shook my head in response. "sweet,"

When the four of us were done eating, They took turns showering while I worked on editing my photos from last night on Chase's bed. He walked in, thankfully with clothes on this time, and flopped down on the bed, just quietly watching me for a while.

"You're really fast," He stated.

"Practice I guess," I finished the photo I was working on and closed the laptop. "So, what do you want to do today?"

He stretched, putting his arms behind his head, wincing slightly at the strain in his shoulder. "Honestly? I really don't want to go out anytime soon,"

"Oh, thank God," I said, sliding down the mattress until I was slouching. I wasn't necessarily an introvert, but on days like today, the thought of going out almost made me cringe.

"Want to watch something?" he asked, smiling in return at my nod. He grabbed the remote from the nightstand beside his bed, flicking the t.v on. I slid further down so that my lower body was under the blankets and I could lean on the pillows and still see. He flipped through Netflix, hovering over the Friday the 13th tab.

"You okay with horror?"

"uh, yes?"  I was a horror junkie. I grew up watching slasher films. much to my mom's dismay

He laughed and pressed play, sinking down to my level in the bed, arms behind his head. The movie ran for a few minutes, and I sat biting my lip, suddenly self conscious of our proximity and our proximity last night. Does he think I'm annoying? Did I go too far? Is he okay with this?

"Chase?"

"Mhm?"

"Can I- can we-"He looked at me, eyebrows raised in a question with a small smile on his lips. My eyes dropped to his chest and he rolled his eyes.

"Get over here," I moved closer and laid my head on his chest while he wrapped his arm around me. "You don't have to ask. Just take what you want,"

"That's a dangerous game,"

"Not if you mean it. Whatever you want, it's yours,". I got the feeling he was talking about a lot more than cuddling. I threw my knee across him, and placed my hand on his shoulder. We were only half way through the movie when I had to sit up to take the sweater off. Chase was a furnace. I snuggled back up against him, and his hand went to the hem of my shirt, lifting it slightly. I stiffened for a moment, unsure of what to do, but he stopped after exposing a few inches of my back, tracing the bare skin with his fingertips. I relaxed, realizing he wasn't trying to take it off.

"That's nice," I sighed contentedly. I loved having my back traced over, but could rarely convince Will to do it for me.

He laughed lightly. "Sorry, should have asked,"

"It's okay, I like it."

For the next two movies, I was in and out of consciousness, curled up to Chase. Three weeks ago I would have laughed in the face of anyone who told me that not only would I be friends with chase Andrews, but that I would be laying in his bed cuddling with him after making him breakfast, more comfortable with someone than I have been in years.

After waking up for at least the eighth time, I rolled over and stretched out, Chase taking the opportunity to do the same, groaning in the process then rubbing his shoulder.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a sore arm. I hurt it two games ago, then Will's shit last night didn't do me any favor's."

"Roll over," I said, sitting up on my knees. I saw a lot of pulled muscles and tendons from being around so many competitive players, so I kind of learned how to release shoulder tension by helping Will and Wyatt. Nothing professional, but there were never any complaints.

"What?"

"Roll over. On your stomach," I demanded

"Why?"

"Just do it,".

He sighed and rolled onto his stomach, laying his arms by his head lazily. I hauled myself up, straddling his hips.

"What are you do-oh,".  He let out a puff of air as I pushed down into his shoulder, massaging the muscle with my thumbs. I pressed harder, moving my way around his arm until I found the worst of it. He let out what sounded like a frustrated growl and I stopped, taking my hands away.

"It's okay. It feels good," I tentatively put my hands back, gradually adding pressure. He let out a small moan that had me biting my lip. I pushed harder and he moaned again. I felt the heat from my cheeks rush down between my legs.

I kept going. The longer I went, the less tense he became. "That's a lot better," He went to lift himself up, but I didn't move. Instead, I moved to his other shoulder and the rest of his upper back. It was a little difficult with the shirt on, but I wasn't going to make him take it off. I took my time, enjoying the little sounds he made, and the occasional sigh. I was trying my best not to let it get to me, but I felt pathetic. The heat between my legs had me wanting to clench my thighs together, and I was pretty sure I was stripping the skin off my lip.

Soon he laid limp, all the tension seeming to have disappeared from his back, but I on the other hand felt like a coiled spring. After a few more minutes he sighed. "ugh, that felt so good. can I roll over now?"

"Uh yeah,". I lifted my leg to get off of him, but he  flipped himself over and grabbed my leg before I had the chance to fully pull away from him, putting it back so I was straddling him again. He placed his hands on my hips, and I felt my cheeks get red, eyes glued to his chest.

"You, okay?"

"Yeah, ". I nodded, hoping he couldn't tell that I was panicking. He lifted my hips and sat up, dragging me with him until I was sitting in his lap.

"Is that why you're trying to bite through your lip?" I flushed again, this time my ears burning. He pulled my hips to him tighter so I was pressed right against him. He ducked his head into my neck. "Remember what I said?" He placed his lips next to my ear "Take what you want,".

I shuddered out a breath and put my hands on his shoulders. He leaned back, looking back at me, but still leaning towards me. My breath hutched as he leaned further, his lips inches from mine. "Do you want to stop here?" He asked. "What do you want?"

"I-I don't, " his gaze was unwavering, his dark eyes dropping to my lips, and meeting mine again. "I think I want-" I knew what I wanted, or thought I wanted, but my anxiety was sky rocketing taking my ability to speak with it apparently.

He leaned in gently pressing his lips to mine, testing the waters. I kissed him back gently at first, then when his grip got tense, I wrapped my arms around him, putting one hand in his hair. His mouth grew more demanding, tongue darting out to taste me. My anxiety was quickly turning into something else as I sighed and opened my mouth to grant him entry. His hands wrapped tighter around me and I let out a whimper by accident at the feeling. I may have been on top, but he was definitely in charge. He tangled one hand in my hair and gripped tightly, holding me there. I arched my back and dropped my hips, grazing against him. My heart fluttered rapidly, beating loud inside my head. I couldn't remember the last time a make out session turned me on this much. I pressed my chest into his and he bucked his hips slightly, making me moan. He gently bit my bottom lip as he pulled away. He slid on hand down to cup my ass while he leaned in to my neck. I could feel him breathing heavily, getting hard beneath me. He pressed a kiss to the base of my neck before nipping gently. I tugged on his hair, bringing his head back So I could press my lips back to his.

"I don't think friends do this,". He murmured against my mouth, his hand coming down across my throat gently. I felt like an elastic band as my brain snapped back into place.

"Right,I-uh,." I stammered. Crawling off of him, my face turning what I knew was the worst shade of red anyone's ever seen. He let me go immediately.

"Whoa, hey, It's okay,". His eyebrows knitted together as he reached for my hand. "I was kidding,".

I could hear my heartbeat hammering inside of my head, nearly drowning him out. "I- I know. I just, we're friends and I-,"

"You just want to be friends. I get it, we can do that. I'm sorry I pushed you,".

I could feel tears rising, though they weren't for him. I felt like I was going to throw up. He thinks he pushed me, but I pushed him and now I'm humiliated. "No, it's okay. That was my fault," I took a breath, not meeting his gaze as I tried to force the tears back. I had never felt so stupid.

"No. It wasn't. I'm the one who should be sorry. You just went through a break up I shouldn't have tried to push you. It's okay. You're okay. Everything is okay. We can pretend it never happened,".

I nodded, "Yeah, okay. Um, I should probably go,".

He looked at me for a moment before responding. "Okay, I'll help you get your things,".

Awkwardly, he helped me pack up my camera/accessories and my laptop then grabbed his keys. I could barely even look at him. I was sure my face was still blazing the entire time he helped me get my things as well as the entire ride home. It was a silent drive minus the radio playing in the background as I stared out the window for the entire drive. I couldn't look him in the eye without getting flustered all over again so I settled for glancing at him out of the corner of my eye. The longer I sat here, the more I was sure he was going to yell at me for wasting his time, or tell me I was a tease, or a whore, that one used to be Will's favourite insult. I had wasted his time, and I was a tease for starting something I couldn't finish, but he didn't want to be my friend, and that's all I could handle right now.

He barely had the truck parked un the driveway before I had my door open and all but threw myself out of the door.

"Hey, we're cool. I mean it,".

"Yeah, cool,". I responded even though I was feeling anything but. I gave him an awkward wave before hurrying into the house. Nearly running right smack into Olivia.

"Whoa dude, what's going on? Are you-"

"Ollie, I fucked up,"