Crushing On The Bully (Crushing on You 2)

“Get out of my way,” Skull said.

“No, Skull, no,” Clarissa said shaking her head, “You can’t drive right now. Come on, let’s sit down. I won’t ask any more questions tonight.”

“Fine,” Skull said and turned around. Clarissa entwined her fingers through his and led him back to the sofa.

“See you can just sit here and rest,” she said retrieving the icepack from the floor. Clarissa bit her lip. In her shock she hadn’t made him remove his boots. She was going to have to rent a machine to do the floors, but she’d worry about that later, “Here’s your icepack.”

“Thanks, Bookworm,” he said yawning.

“You can’t sleep right now, though,” Clarissa told him again.

“I know,” Skull said, “So what do you wanna do.”

“Knit?” she teased.

“You knit?” he asked.

“Not really. Well, sometimes, but I don’t like it much,” Clarissa laughed.

“This is when a television would be useful,” Skull grinned.

“Nah, that would put me to sleep,” she smiled, “So, umm... I don’t know what to say, because I said I wouldn’t ask any more questions and that’s the only way to start a conversation.”

“That’s okay,” he said.

Skull fell asleep, but Clarissa woke him every few minutes to make sure he was okay. When she was finally too exhausted to keep watch anymore, she dug into his pants pocket and retrieved his keys.

“Bookworm?” he asked.

“Yea,” Clarissa blushed, at being caught with her hand in his front pocket.

“Whatcha doing?” he asked.

“Taking your keys so you don’t try to drive right now,” Clarissa yawned and stood up.

She had planned on sleeping in her own bed tonight with the door closed before Skull gently took her hand.

“Stay out here with me?” he asked.

Clarissa nodded and settled onto the sofa next to him. She was tired, but she would stay up long enough for Skull to fall back to sleep before retiring to her own bed. The last thing she remembered before her heavy lids drifted shut was tossing Skull’s keys under the sofa.

When she woke up later she wasn’t sure how much time had passed, because it was still dark outside, but then again it was dark inside too. She gently felt for Skull, but the other end of the sofa was empty. Rolling over to her stomach, she slid her hand under the sofa and sighed in relief when her fingers came into contact with the cool metal of the keys.

“Skull?” she called out into the dark room, but received no answer.

Slowly she sat up and turned on the lamp. Clarissa blinked as her still exhausted eyes tried to adjust to the bright light.

“Skull?” she called out again.

Somewhere in the distance her ears picked up the sound of the shower running. Was he taking a shower? That would be weird. Who just takes a shower at someone’s house without asking? Clarissa stood up and walked down the hall to the bathroom and placed her ear against the door to double check that he was in there. Clarissa’s weight pushed the door open causing her to squeak and turn away blushing.

She had indeed heard the shower, but now the water was off and she had gotten a good long look at Skull’s body as he was drying off. Clarissa went into her bedroom, but she couldn’t get the image out of her head. His shoulder was bruised, but it did little to mar his sexiness. Her eyes had lingered on his muscular chest and stomach before dropping down to see the thick manhood that hung limp between his legs.

“Clarissa?” Skull called out.

“Sorry!” she said through the door.

“I should have locked the door or something,” Skull said, but Clarissa could tell that he was trying not to laugh, “I’m done now. I just thought a shower would help with my headache.”