Best Two Out of Three

Part 23

Tuesday, September 1, 2020
Matt's House – California

Beep-beep-beep!

Matt's alarm clock blared through the early Tuesday morning silence, waking Callie just as she was dozing off again. She felt Matt roll away to shut it off, returning them to quiet, and then he rolled back and wrapped his arm around her again, pulling her close. She let out a contented hum as she snuggled back against his chest. He'd already hit the snooze button twice, and she knew they had to get up soon. But she didn't want to.

"As much as I don't want to get out of this bed, we should really get up," Matt said. His voice was husky with sleep, and Callie's senses tingled as he nuzzled her neck and pressed his lips against her pulse. He slipped his hand underneath her shirt and traced his fingers over her stomach, ghosting over her skin. Callie grinned, her eyes closed.

"Someone's up," she teased.

"Fuck." Matt rolled away and adjusted himself underneath his sweatpants. Callie bit back a laugh. She didn't mind. Honestly, she liked knowing that she turned him on. It had been a while since she'd felt wanted like that.

She rolled over and rested her head on his chest, and he wrapped his arm around her and buried his fingers in her hair, messaging her scalp. She'd felt wanted last night, too. They'd ordered Chinese and cuddled in front of the TV until she'd started falling asleep, and then he'd taken her hand and led her to his bed, where she'd drifted off wrapped in his arms. She wished they could have another night together. But they had to go get on a plane.

"Do we have to go back to Jacksonville?" she asked as she rubbed his bare chest.

"Yes," he chuckled and kissed her head.

"But I just got here."

"I know. But at least we won't have to turn right back around on Thursday."

Callie frowned. On the contrary, she didn't think that was a good thing. Because the longer they spent in Jacksonville, the more time she'd have to spend around Adam; and with whatever was going on between her and Matt... just the thought stressed her out.

"Are you getting your own room?" he asked.

"Yeah. Who else would I room with? You?"

She was being sarcastic. But he smirked. "Yeah. I'll tell Nick he has to stay with Kenny this week."

She scoffed. "That would go over well."

He let out a silent laugh. Callie felt it rumble in his chest. "It's alright. I'll just sneak into your room."

She looked up at him. "Who says you'd get anything?"

Matt didn't answer. He hooked his fingers underneath her chin, tilted her mouth up toward his, and kissed her. Slow at first—but quickly needy. Wanting. Callie slid her palm up his chest and maneuvered so that she was half on top of him, straddling his thigh, tangling her fingers in his hair. He moved his hand to her backside, and she hummed into his mouth when he gave it a squeeze. She could feel him straining harder through his sweats. It sobered her up and she broke away.

"Sorry," she sheepishly apologized. "I'm being a tease."

But Matt shook his head. "Don't apologize. I don't want to do anything you don't want to."

Callie bit back a smile. Part of her did want to, but it was too soon. She appreciated that Matt understood that.

"Besides," he added. "It's not your fault you could just look at me and turn me on."