#rollinsxreader

A/N: Song inspiration here. Hope you it @ashleyh28 and @jadedtinks​!

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Warning: Language

You hated yourself as you stood under the hard water, somewhat cursing your hotel accommodations, as the pelting water hit your sore muscles. 

Luckily, your late night company had disappeared before daybreak; however, the reminder of what he had done to, with, and for you last night was evident in the little love marks glittered all over your body. You are afraid to check the mirror after this and find marks you might not be able to hide; and how big of an idiot had you been? Dating a co-worker was always a bad idea much less screwing one’s brains out.

You cocoon yourself in a big fluffy towel before using your hand to wipe the steam from the mirror; sure enough, there were a couple dark marks dressing your neck and shoulders. They would require extra make up before tonight’s RAW.

“Idiot.” You snap at yourself, using a second towel to wrap and twist your hair.

Seth Rollins had to be the worst fucking bet on the entire roster, and you allowed an adrenaline high to make you the next notch on his belt. Officially the worst decision of your life.

You dress relatively comfy, somewhat baggy blue jeans and t-shirt to give your body a little kindness before your frame was hugged a little tighter by your ring attire. Running a brush rough through your mane, you jump a little when you hear three succinct, loud knocks on your door.

Setting the brush down, you head towards the door and continue to comb with your fingers. You pull the door open after a quick glance through the peephole, but you couldn’t look him in the eye, “Thought you were you gone.”

“You gonna let me in. I come bearing gifts.”

You frown, lifting your head and spotting the drink carrier in his hand as well as a brown bag with some mystery food that smells delicious. After a quick debate, you step aside and allow him to enter your hotel room again.

When his thick frame purposely brushes past yours, you close the door and cuss yourself out. Why are you letting this man run things? Be mysterious and distant! Act like you are totally fine with what happened last night and could care less.

Casual is difficult to do when you turn to the mess of your bedding, flashes of clawing the sheets and echoes of your moans instant. Clearing your throat, you watch as Seth takes out three different wrapped breakfast sandwiches, rambling about not knowing what you would want, and explaining he had both coffee and tea on hand. For whatever reason, he could not remember any of your breakfast likes.

“We didn’t exactly discuss breakfast last night.” You tease, trying to play off your anxiety, and take a seat on the heavy table while he sits in the chair; you wince a little at your soreness and hope he doesn’t notice. Unfortunately, his smile tells you he does, so you force yourself to grab one of the drinks. You sip the hot liquid, thankfully it burns some bitterness from your tongue, “Seth, last night doesn’t mean I’m your latest conquest or new groupie. So let’s be clear.”

“Wow,” He takes the free drink, taking a gulp and hissing, “could we restart this conversation? Like…good morning. How you feeling?”

“I don’t do small talk.” You grab a sandwich, unwrapping it and checking the meat/egg combination before taking a huge bite – anything to avoid rambling…or giving into his request.

“Okay, then you should know I’m not trying to do either with you.” Seth eases back in his chair, glancing at the bed before licking his lips, “I didn’t expect last night to happen, but—that has never happened to me before.”

You roll your eyes, growing angry, “Shut up, you have slept with plenty of people. You’re a man whore.”

“I’ve never felt like that.” Seth’s hand reaches out and covers your thigh, pleased that you seem a little disarmed, “No one has to know what happened last night. It’s between us. But…I want you to try getting to know me so I can know you.”

God, his touch does something to you. His thumb moving back and forth, attempting to soothe skin that he was grasping for dear life the night before, and his chocolate puppy dog eyes stare up at you; it all works to make you melt, bringing your hand to cover his and grasp tightly, “If you can keep your mouth shut, maybe I can get to know you.”

Seth makes a bit of a face before retaliating, “I wasn’t the one who had the worst time keeping their mouth shut last night.”

A/N: I did this for this request, but I probably won’t in the future since it is kind of like a choose two and not a 1 of 6. Since it is a song lyric, I imply the song is playing rather than using the line. I hope that works @ashleyh28 … 😟😟😟 

Was he gorgeous? Without question, but the rumble of the club’s bass prevents intimate discussion - a huge problem.

Your trainer had set up the date, told your suitor what you liked, but everything felt a little inauthentic; you could tell he was trying to impress and not really being himself.

Black skinny jeans, a t-shirt representing a band you had never heard of under his suit jacket, and a clean bun tucked into his baseball cap, Seth allows his sneakers to guide you through the gyrating bodies and to a cozy VIP area; you needed none of it.

You could’ve spent the night staring at him like he was your own personal film and been perfectly happy; but there was no reason to let him know that yet.

Pairings: Seth Rollins x Reader

Warning: Suggestions?

Keeper

“They always do too much.” You pout, trying to find room for the food your family sent you home with, “Why did you agree to take all this, again? We have three days here anyway!” As you stand straight, eyeballing him over the refrigerator door, you see that he’s completely ignoring you, fidgeting with the iPod and sound system, “Don’t answer me that just tops our family dinner from boredom hell.”

“Come on, you didn’t like anything about tonight? Seeing your family? Your nieces and nephews?” Seth stops messing around, finally looking your way, “If we have to toss it, we can. I just didn’t have the heart to tell your mother we weren’t going to take anything.”

You blow out a breath, tossing the Tupperware onto the counter and moving around to the dining room where he stands, “Should I be mad that you do everything my mother says and still talk back to me?”

“Come here…” He ignores your comment with a slight smirk, extending his hand, “Dance with me.”

“Seriously?” You pout, removing your heels before taking his hand, “Those were killing me.”

“The reason you had to wear heels to a family dinner…?”

“This dress needed a pop of color, babe. Just accept that I have fashion sense. You don’t.” You let out a soft chuckle as he uses one swift movement to bring your body to his, “Although, you are looking pretty damn fine tonight. Jeans and button ups look good on you.”

“My girlfriend has a preference for me in jeans.”

“She’s sounds brilliant.”

“I think so.” Seth uses one hand to cradle one of yours against his chest; his other hand sits firmly at the base of your spine. He nuzzles your neck before adding, “She can also wear a black dress like no one else. Quite possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Now, you just sound like a lucky guy.” You tilt your head, allowing him better access to the curve of your neck, “You better appreciate her.”

Seth breathes heavily against your skin, “More than anyone else.”

When his lips kiss and suck at the pulse of your neck, you moan with the last of your strong breaths and give him the permission to work his magic. It isn’t long before your fingers are fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, his fingers are pulling the zipper down your back, and your lips are connecting of their own accord – a mixture of sweet and aggressive meetings.

You know this is a way to thank him for tonight. What other man asks for a family get together with his girl’s family for no real reason? He just wants to give you a chance to reconnect while you’re in town, and he lives to see you smile.

The mattress catches you both with a soft bounce and you share a laugh as he fidgets with your bra as you reach into his boxers, beginning to stroke him with a firm grip. Seth’s probably been ready for you all night as you both had a tough time keeping hands to yourself, unless in the company of others.

You stop when he tries to rip your bra off, way too happy with the fabric to let him ruin it. Once the material has been tossed aside, you and Seth take a minute to do the last part of undressing yourselves. Not a word is spoken until he’s inside of you; both of you letting out a groan at the feeling of connection. You meet his thrust with your own, smiling when the sounds he releases grow a little louder – daring you to challenge him and you do.

You manage to roll on top of him, riding him with a confident grin, as his hands cup your breasts; it becomes too much for him when you begin to pick up your pace, signaling that you’re on the verge of release. The second he’s regained his position, his hands have yours pinned beneath your bed pillows, and he thrusts into you, beginning to lose his calculated rhythm. Your fingernails dig into his skin, your fingers laced so tightly with his that they’ve lost color, as you two find and ride out the wave in unison.

You want to hold him, embrace him with a vice grip, but he begins to move his lips against yours in a tender motion, his body refusing to leave yours. Accepting this, you feel his fingers claw at the sheet and wonder if he’s already contemplating round two. That is until he parts his lips from yours and slips his fingers around yours. Without letting you see what he’s done, his bedroom ebony eyes find yours, “I love you, (Y/N).”

You submit under his stare, remaining still, “I love you, too.”

“Tonight…I had an agenda.” His announcement is shaky as he’s still slightly out of breath, “Maybe I needed this to go through it.” Licking his lips, he is nervous in a way you’ve never seen before, “I haven’t been this sure about anything in a really long time. I haven’t thought about anything outside of my career or been so positive I was doing the right thing…feeling fearless about just about everything because I have you.”

You blink, misty eyed at his proclamation and waiting for his conclusion.

“I don’t ever want to lose you or your crazy family…” Your mutual laughter interferes slightly with his speech, “or the life we have together. I can’t—won’t give up this feeling that I have. I have to keep it. Forever.” Seth drags your still joined hands from beneath the pillow, revealing the diamond on your ring finger, “So, tell me you’ll be my wife.”

Your jaw drops, too stunned to verbalize a damn syllable. His proposal was the last thing you expected tonight…maybe ever.

Seth knows it is a lot, his body departing yours as he helps you to seated position. With your legs still on either side of him, he releases your other hand to stroke your cheek, “I want to marry you. I want to have our own crazy family. I want to make you happy. All of that, it will make my life complete…please say yes.”

“But—wha—are you sure?”

“You’re not?”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” You find courage by looking away from the ring and into his eyes, “You don’t have to do this. I’m not going anywhere, and I don’t need anything from you to stay. I know you love me, and I love you. I trust you. If this is coming from some place of—”

“I want this, (Y/N).” Seth watches you carefully, kissing each of your fingers to linger along your ring finger, “Marry me.”

A/N: This is the fulfillment of an @theshieldimagine request. Please visit and enjoy their blog (where I’m one of the writing staff). Support fanfic!

Warnings: None

Pairing: Seth Rollins (AU) & Reader

“You realize that…you being nervous is making me nervous, right?”

“I’m not trying to be, but…”

It was the first appointment Seth had been able to attend, but you had tried to keep him in the loop. Upon his return, he was fascinated with the roundness of your belly and freaked out that you would be able to see the baby somewhere in the blurred images today.

His hand was rarely away from your stomach, even when you awoke this morning – the two of you sprawled on your king size bed, his hand was flat against your tummy. Now, seated in the waiting room of the doctor’s office, you shook your head at his hand’s position as though he were protecting you and the baby from something with simply the shield of his open hand.

Seth looked incredibly normal, dressed down in faded blue jeans and black t-shirt. His messy, thick hair pulled into a frantic and sloppy bun as he wanted to make sure you were at the appointment with plenty of time – almost twenty minutes early.

You wrap your arm loose around his shoulder, rubbing the tense muscle of his shoulder, “This is a good visit, babe. They just wanna make sure the baby is right where it needs to be.”

“Is it hot in here?” Seth’s question is abrupt as he pulls on his shirt and flaps it, “Like – no air?”

You start to panic; he is sweating and his eyes are frantic in their search around the nearly empty room, “Maybe we should step outside for minute.”

“No, I might be dizzy if we stand up.”

“Seth, I’m serious you’re freaking me out now.”

“What? No. Why?” He shifts his body in your chair, facing you a little more and allowing his other hand to rest on your stomach, “Are you feeling okay? Is it the room?”

“No, Seth, it’s you! You’re—”

Before you can further elaborate, the nurse is calling the two of you into the exam room.

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Seth is seated on a stool beside you, your hand clutched fiercely between his as you wait for the doctor to get back into the room. You’re just waiting for the first pictures of your baby, no big deal, right? The doctor could totally take his time…meanwhile, your boyfriend might just pass out completely.

“Seth, I need this to be happy moment…not a freak out moment. Are you sure you can handle this?” 

Again, with their infamous timing the nurse and doctor are in the room.

As they ramble about the simplicity of your procedure, you stare into Seth’s eyes. You pay no attention to their prep and squeeze Seth’s hand until some of the tension eases, until one of his hands is massaging your scalp and small smile has found his lips. Just as the two of you are reminded of how in love you are, how okay everything is going to be, the doctor announces, “And there is your baby.”

The two of you immediately look to the 3D image capture of your child and your heart stops; the child is sudden real. It looks like an alien, a very real alien, and the only thing that assures that everything is going to work out is that you turn to see a relief wash over Seth’s expression. 

Requested by: @wweoneshotsbycharlie

Song Inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7diV5bq6xh8

Warning: Language

“Where you going?”

“Dinner with the firm.” You pop your lips after putting on a coat of red to match your jumpsuit, a nice silver belt at the waist and your hair hanging loose, “It’s going to be pretty boring so I’m going to try to get out a little early if possible.”

Seth nods slow, his legs propped on the coach with the ice pack on his wound, “Nothing else?”

You frown, putting your clutch down on the coffee table as you search for your cell phone, “What else could there be?”

“I don’t know. This dude, Mike, seems to think you guys might be able to leave early together.” Holding up your phone, he gestures towards an open text message with a smug smile that accompanies his black rimmed glasses, “Guess he didn’t know I was home, huh?”

You can’t help but release a sharp laugh at his tone, knowing exactly what he is implying. Shaking your head, you are tempted to punch his knee as you take a seat on the other end of your sectional, “You want to just ask me if I’m fucking him or are we going to play games?”

“Are you?”

Your anger temporarily prevents the tears, “Nope. Not even once.”

Seth brings the phone back before him, the scrolling through the messages evident in his lenses, “What have you done with him?”

“Nothing.” You wait for his eyes to sting yours, and you can’t hold it back, “Fuck you, Seth. If I wanted to fuck every guy from coast to coast, I’d dump your ass. I wouldn’t sit here, keeping myself busy with a job I hate, so that I didn’t have to think about what you’re doing on the road.”

“Oh my God!” He groans, leaning his head back and getting louder, “Here we go again! Yes, I’ve been a cheating scumbag, and I’m not proud of it! When you gonna let that shit go?”

“The second you stop thinking I’m you!” You stand up, going over to him and snapping your hand onto his chin to force him to look at you, “I get that you’ve never quite been as in love with me as I am with you; but you have got to start figuring out that you have a good woman, waiting here, all the time.” Snatching your phone and putting it in his face, you continue, “If I had anything to hide, there would be a lock on everything. My lease would have one name on it, and I would have a wardrobe you didn’t know about.”

Seth’s stare begins to signal he’s heard you, his brown eyes softened in their stare towards you.

You let him go, not surprised when he remains still – waiting for you to finish, “I know you’re going through something, babe, and I’m sorry. But I am always here waiting, and it’s about time you figured that out.”

“(Y/N)…”

“No, you have things to think about…including if you want to be here and if you want to be with me.” You grab your things, ignoring his calls of your name, and head out.

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I’m sorry. I’m an asshole.

The text message was the only conversation between you because, by the time you had returned home, he was showered and asleep in your bed. You didn’t fight it or him when you climbed in and feel asleep, facing away from him.

Morning makes you glance at the clock, and you think he’s gone. His training kept him gone all day, and this was about the time for him to be there.

After a shower, you stand at your dresser to debate the day’s outfit; then, you hear his obnoxious laugh airing in from the living room and realize it is Sunday. Lazy, you slip into a pair of shorts and a tank top before carefully opening the door. You make your way to the living room, seeing the controller in his hand and make a face; it is then that he pats the couch next to him.

You oblige, curling into a position beside him, and watch absentminded as he continues his football game. For fifteen minutes, you sit in a comfortable silence – not wanting argue, just wanting to be next to him. When the game wraps up, he reaches over to place a hand on your thigh and kisses your forehead. It’s a perfect gesture, something you clearly needed.

Seth sighs heavily, resting his head against yours, “I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I don’t know why you stay with me.”

“…it’s simple.” You tilt your head back, awaiting his eyes, and let out a small smile, “I’m in love with your dumbass.”

“Why?” He continues to massage your thigh, “I’m a fuck up, babe.”

“You are, but I get it.” You yank the hair tie from his bun, laughing when he groans a little, and begin to play with his hair, “We’ll be okay. You just—have to trust me.”

“That’s what’s crazy…” Seth puts the controller aside and fidgets with his hands, “I trust you more than anyone else.”

“Then why? Why stupid questions like the one last night?”

“I don’t know.”

You know that’s as far as you are going to get this morning; Seth is starting to shut down because he has been overloaded lately. The business being taken from him only makes his mind do overtime now that he’s home. You drape your arms loose around his neck, kissing playfully at his cheek and neck.

Seth finally grins, moving away from you ever so slightly, “Don’t you start something you can’t finish.”

“Keep talking shit, and I will make your ass hobble in chase of me.”

“You shit!” Seth begins to tickle at your sides, savoring your laughter, until you are softly holding his face in your hands and kissing him into oblivion. When he stops his kiss, Seth stares down at you and curling hair around his fingers, “You know what you said last night?”

You frown a little, hands on his chest, and wait for an explanation.

“About me not loving you the same way you love me?” Seth looks hurt as he says it, sincere and remorseful, and whispers, “That isn’t true…I love you more.”

“Seth, don’t…”

A/N: Song inspiration here – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iF_JBlSh_G8

Pairing: Seth x Reader

Warning: Language

 Stop being such a bitch.

The text message causes you to drop the phone into your bag, shaking your head. If your boyfriend could find a way to be a bigger asshole, it was definitely insulting you via text message. You need to forget it, throwing a baggy shirt over your ring gear, and head out of the locker room in search of a distraction.

It doesn’t take long to find the makeshift sign Xavier’s made, and you carefully enter the room. The latest Madden tournament backstage – the one being filmed for Xavier’s internet show – and you are relieved when you see Seth lounging on the beat up couch.

You fall into a seat beside him, “Who’s winning?”

Seth shrugs in response to your question, his eyes still glued to screen, “No one really. It’s a good game though.”

“Oh…” You nod, a smile of slight disbelief, and wave to the camera after Xavier announces your presence. The room dies down after a minute, and you try to be casual with how close Seth is to you. An attractive co-worker was a welcome distraction when your boyfriend was being totally inappropriate. However, when his head casually falls onto your shoulder, you respond by resting your head atop his.

For a blissful second, he’s close and it’s perfect. This is the way things should be with your man, simple and sweet. Instead, you are in a constant argument and waiting for the chaos.

Your serenity is interrupted when the first touchdown is scored, and he jumps up to celebrate with the rest of the room. You aren’t the least bit interested, but you try to be when seeing his excitement. When he sits again, the room dying down to finish the game, you stand to your feet and wish both players luck.

Seth catches your hand, preventing your from leaving and lowering his voice, “Where you going?”

“Catering. Before the madness. What you want me to bring you something?”

“Nah, I’ll go with you.” Seth gives a sign to the other men, following you out of the room, and you wait for him to keep in pace with you, “So, what’s going on in your world?”

You glance at him frantically texting on his phone, “No texts as interesting as yours.”

“Sorry.” He shuts the phone off, slipping it into the pocket of his shorts, “How are things on the home front?”

“The home front?” You start to pause your stride, feeling guilty for the comment you are about to make to him (yet again), “We’re fighting again.”

“Why? What does he think you owe him now?” Seth’s words cause you to smile yet still cower a little, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Then why did you?”

Seth lifts your chin, forcing you to take in his apologetic gaze, “I just don’t get why someone like you puts up with this shit. You deserve better.”

“Yeah, too bad sweet, sweet men like you aren’t available.” You manage to maintain the sarcasm, but you can’t prevent your emerging smile, “Plus, he knew me before all this. He’s one of the few people who—I feel like I need to keep around.”

“Two things: one, I am available.” Seth shakes his head, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “Don’t ask.” He helps you begin your walk despite you feeling stunned by his statement, “Second, I get why you want to keep him around. But you don’t have to be his girl for his dumb ass to be around.”

A/N: Song inspiration here – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tDa4LBOqWGU

Pairing: Seth x Reader

Warning: Language

  You return from a run, checking your mail, and enter your home, still humming along with your earbuds. Flipping through the envelopes as you grab a water bottle, you are mid-swallow when you see his scribbled handwriting identifying your address.

Dropping the mail to the counter, you step back in shock. It’s like a snake has landed in front of you, and you’re pretty sure that any approach could poison you.

You spend the afternoon ignoring it, showering and making phone calls for the night’s plan. Tonight, you had a date with your fiancé. A good man who loved you and wanted to give everything that letter couldn’t. Still, as you were stepping out for the night; you stop to look at it again. What the hell could he have to say to you?

Fuck it. You rip the envelope somewhat carelessly, yanking the letter out, and read at frantic pace – happy you can distinguish his rushed letters.

I know it’s been a while…couple years right? I’m surprised I found anyone still willing to give me your address. But after I heard about your engagement, 

Shit, he knows.

I knew I had to talk to you. I have no right to ask anything of you, I get that, but I will be in your town on the 17th of November.

Fuck, that’s this weekend. 

I would love to meet you somewhere, just to talk. No expectations, just one friend catching up with the other. Please…call me at this number...or text if it’s totally out of the question. Either way, I’ll understand. Yours always, Seth.

You crumple the letter in your hands, tears blurring your vision by the time you’ve gotten to the last line a third time. It took a few reads to figure out that you weren’t imagining a word or reading too much into it. Seth Rollins really wrote you a letter of all things, and he was asking for a meeting with you.

The letter bugs you until the 18th, and you’ve texted him. 

You convince yourself that you had made the right decision, for you and your future. Seth will respect your boundaries, and you can look forward to the future that you’ve been planning for the past few months.

Kissing your man, laughing when he asks why you have to leave, you promise to be home shortly and get into your car just as the sun starts to dim on the horizon. You are more alert than ever as you drive and painfully slow when parking at your destination.

Taking a deep breath, you enter the restaurant before they’ve really opened – wondering if you’ve got the time wrong until you hear, “Ms. (Y/L/N)?” You nod and the hostess signals you, “Right this way.”

You hesitate, sure you could still justifiably bolt in the opposite direction; you don’t. You follow. She takes you out to the terrace where he stands upon seeing you.

A/N: Song inspiration here – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D-t492g3T-g

Pairing: Seth x Reader

Warning: Language and lovin’

After RAW, you jet back to your hotel. You enjoy a hot shower after you’ve propped up your tablet on the bathroom counter. You take time to rub sore muscles with (your favorite scent) body wash and find yourself beginning to sing with Alicia Keys as she belts out, “If I Ain’t Got You.”

“If it ain’t you, baby. If I ain’t got you, baby.” You croon beginning to work your conditioner into your long locks, the steam removing all your tension from earlier in the evening. Finally shutting off the water, the song switches and gives your hotel room enough silence for you to hear the knock on the door, “Um..give me just a minute!”

You wrap your hair up then grab the larger, fluffy towel and wrap your frame tight in its confines. Not bothering to pause your music, you step out of the open bathroom door and approach the knock. You look through the peep hole to see him leaned against the wall, clearly lost in thought, and call out before further movement, “Seth?”

He stands straight, his dark mane now taking up part of the peephole’s vision, “Yeah, hey, can I come in?”

“Uh—yeah—but I just got out of the shower.” You would happily let him in a shower with you, at least that’s what your thoughts had convinced you of in the past. This seemed slightly inappropriate for a friend to offer so instead you say, “Could you give me a few minutes to get dressed?”

“Yeah, but could you get me out of the hall? I’m kinda gettin’ looks.”

Your voice shrinks, “O…okay.” Clinging the towel tighter around yourself, you unlatch the door and open it for him to enter. With your head somewhat bowed, you signal for him to go sit in the room while you return to the bathroom. When you see his feet pass you, you shut the door and retreat back into the bathroom, locking it instinctively.

Part of you can’t help but think Seth is two feet away as you drop the towel and try to get dressed in your simple night gear. Green boy shorts, a large and extremely loose fitting gray tank top. You had nothing else, not panties, not a bra, not one other stitch to conceal your form. Now, instead of having sexual ideas, you were just imagining the thousand ways you could embarrass yourself, especially as you wipe the steam from the mirror and see your tank top only covers half of your green bottoms and reveals the sides of your breasts. How the fuck are you going to avoid this embarrassment?

“Was that you singing before?” Seth’s voice is much closer than you anticipated, telling you he was just on the other side of your bathroom door, “I thought I heard you.”

“Um…” You toss the towel from your hair onto the counter, roughly running a brush through your hair as you try to imagine the perfect save to justify your appearance, “Yeah, I just—I don’t really do a lot of it so if it sounded off, then I—” 

“It was nice.” Seth’s voice is sincere enough for you to become gentler with your brush, especially as he adds, “I’ve never heard you like that before.”

“Thanks.” You finally get the hint and lower the music you were playing, then collect the hair from the brush to toss it into the toilet, “I used to do a lot more of it.” You straighten the room a little, running the water as you flush the toilet and wash your hands. Done. No other excuses available. You have to fess up, “Seth, was there something you needed because I really—wasn’t expecting company. I’m kind of…not dressed for the occasion. I was just getting ready for bed.”

“Oh.” He sounds disappointed, admitting, “A lot of people went out tonight, and I wasn’t up to it. I heard you were still here so I was hoping to bug you for a while.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, figured we could watch a movie or something.”

That sounds perfect. Another excuse to be around him, near him. You mess with your shirt, gathering the material at the back in hopes of tightening it around your chest, make your skin less obvious at least, “Fine, but you have to promise not to laugh at what I sleep in.”

“All right, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say you got my interest. You cosplay or something for bed?”

“No!” You yank open the door, noting his immediate eyes looking at you but not into your eyes, “Just in very little.” Careful, you try to hold the back of your shirt back and down. You know you must appear to be a mess as you walk around to the bed opposite of him and the bathroom, quickly climbing under a cloud of bedding, including the plush comforter. Sure you’re covered now, you signal for him to take a seat, “Now, I can have a normal conversation with you.”

Seth looks uncertain as he kicks off his shoes, dressed casually in a t-shirt and sweats. Climbing on top of the bed, staying on top of the bedding concealing you, he grabs the remote off your nightstand and hands it to you.

While he props himself against the headboard, using a free pillow to cushion his back and shoulders, you lift an arm from the covers. Pinning the bedding to you, you begin to flip through channels, “Did you have something specific in mind?”

Seth shifts uncomfortably in his seat, completely avoiding eye contact with you, “Is that the kind of music you’re into?”

“Um…sometimes. When I’m trying to relax, I can listen to anything though.” You prop yourself up on the opposite elbow, glancing up at him, “You gonna try and introduce me to something new? Grab my tablet.”

He seems happy to put some distance between the two of you, doing as told and bringing the tablet back to you. This time, upon returning to the bed, he rests on his stomach and faces you as you pull up your playlist options.

“I have three different apps for music. Is there one you’re particularly comfortable with?”

“No, I just wanted to see what you have.” Seth tries to busy himself with the stations after you pop open an app on and hand it over to him. When “Drunk In Love” begins to play, he smiles, “Did you see Will Ferrell lip sync this?”

“Yes.” You laugh, falling back to your pillow, “He’s ridiculous, but I appreciate him trying to do a little clap during the chorus.” You reach over to skip the song, smiling when “Wrap Me Up” by Jhené Aiko begins to play, “That’s better for calming down, not laughing thanks to Will.”

Seth chuckles, tossing your tablet to the pillow, and surprises you by scooting much closer, throwing an arm around your waist, “You really weren’t expecting anyone tonight?”

You feel heat flush downward, swallowing hard and trying to play things off, “Just me, myself, and I tonight.”

He pinches his lips together, his free hand reaching up to play with your wet hair, “I can’t believe there isn’t some guy calling you his.”

Is this happening? You hug the comforter to you, ignoring any ideas you get, “So, are you going to turn on some gym music? Make me wanna hop out of bed and do some crossfit?”

“Not this second.”

Seth’s eyes target yours, the dark cocoa is now an ebony black as he stares down at you. Without warning, his lips dip down to catch yours in the softest latch you’ve ever felt. You sigh at the feeling, wondering if you had fallen asleep earlier and this was all a dream. However, it’s hard to ignore how cool his hand is as it travels from your waist, under the bedding, and to the side of your breast. You loud gasp causes him to pull away immediately.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

Laughing at his nervous blubbering, you take his hands between yours and assure him, “Your hand’s just cold. That’s all. I didn’t mind outside of that.”

“You didn’t?”

“It’s not obvious at this point? I’ve had a crush on you for a while, Seth.” Your words are accompanied by your hand reaching over to pull the covers up on his side, “Come on.”