Weak six o'clock rays of sunlight peaked through the shades, landing in the light wood floor and the pristine ivory sheets of the bed across the room. The soft sound of the air conditioning hummed in the background, inaudible to the busy mind between my ears. It was almost like you adjusted to the inconsequential noise, forgetting about it unless you thought about it like blinking. The balls of my feet lightly passed across the cold wood, a small black duffle in my right hand with my clothing from yesterday and my garb for practice in it. I was never a sluggish person in the morning, so imagine my surprise when I tripped over a black knee pad on the floor, the thud of my heavy footfalls catching my body before I face planted on the hard wood floor.
Just because I was a morning person didn't mean I was good at it.
The noise drew the attention of the formerly sleeping body on the king sized bed, white sheets haphazardly draped around his olive toned and chiseled waist. The black head of hair looked up at me as he flexed his muscular arm behind his head, his biceps bulging as I smiled sheepishly and semi-apologetically. "You know it's not illegal for you to leave some clothes here, right?" the husky and rough morning voice of the volleyball captain drawled sexily, like an orgasm to my ears.
"If I leave clothes here it becomes a thing," I disagreed with a brief nod of my head, pulling the large cardinal colored T-shirt over my head before folding it neatly against my thigh and tossing it on the near by black stained dresser.
"We've been doing this on and off for almost a year, I think it's a thing by now," he countered, sitting up while resting back on his elbows. Demanding deep brown eyes gingerly flicked over my body as I picked up a grey Nike sports bra from my bag. "You know, I could go for a shower right about now," the six foot five athlete suggested with mirth on his plump lips.
"Nice try, Kyoh, but I shower after practice, not before," I reminded him while pulling the bra over my full breasts. My hands found the smooth white fabric of my spandex, stepping through the legs and pulling the black band up my wide hips and generously sized ass. My figure was definitely on the curvier side, something my older brother had also inherited in the form of a bubble butt like a baseball player.
"You can't reject me then bend over in front of my like that, Maeve."
"I just did."
I finished pulling my black tennis uniform over my head, the red and white Stanford 'S' and tree printed on the front. Effortlessly, I tied my wavy, natural strawberry blonde hair into a high ponytail. Behind me, the bed shifted as the NCAA player got out of his bed, throwing the shirt I had put on the dresser over his head and slipping on a pair of socks and black sneakers. "What are you doing? You don't have practice for another two hours."
"Driving you to practice. What kind of best friend would I be if I let you take an Uber?" The joke sent as much of a thrill down my spine as it did dread. "Besides, I have to go on a run today."
It took an immense amount of patience to cast the negative thoughts in my head aside, purse my lips, and continue speaking. "Don't you run at practice?"
"Can't be the best if I only train at practice. You off all people should know that."
I suppose he was right; I wasn't an internationally ranked tennis player for laying around all day. My feet carried me to the master bathroom, leaning over the cold marble counter to take out my minimalist, silver septum piercing. "I really don't see the point of taking it out every single day," my idiot of a friend drawled while leaning against the doorway of the bathroom, watching me intently with crossed arms.
"Not having my nose ripped off is a pretty good reason."
"Good point," the idiot himself acknowledged, "I like you with your face in tact. But I'm pretty sure a tennis ball isn't going to rip a rounded facial piercing out."
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Hunting Sunsets
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