Demi found herself slowly nodding off as her phone vibrated in her hand. Opening one eye, she glanced at the screen to see another text from Odell.

"I'm on my way, I swear. Traffic is a bitch."

She smiled as she quickly texted him back, "at this rate bringing me food is the only thing that will keep you in the safe zone, sir."

She sat up and stretched her arms while letting out a yawn. She was dead tired, but she wanted to spend time with him before he headed back to New York.

As she scrolled through instagram, her phone buzzed with another message.

"I think I can handle it, but I'll grab you something anyway. What kind of food?"

"Sourpatch kids please."

"That's your idea of food? Lol"

"Hey I don't remember asking for your judgement."

"No judgement here ;) I'll stop by the store. I should be there in about 15 to 20 minutes. Is that cool?"

"As long as you have my candy, yes 😍 see you soon!"

She set her phone on the nightstand and walked over to her bag to grab a pair of pajama shorts. She'd keep her makeup on for now but no man was worth being in jeans past 9pm. Not even an NFL star.

Demi and Odell's situation was just that. A considerable situation, but nothing serious and she couldn't help but to think about that.

You could say that they're "dating" even though they've technically only been on one date. She recalls meeting him through their mutual friend Dave, who's currently on tour with her and Nick. Odell was pretty straight forward about his interest in her from the get go, which she could only appreciate.

Up until his game earlier today, they hadn't seen each other since that first date, which was weeks ago. However, they've kept in touch pretty consistently over the past 2 months, so she was excited to spend some more time with him. Definitely more excited than she led on.

Demi isn't blind, so she's well aware of the fact that's he's attractive, but there is a lot more about him that's maintained her interest. He is sweet, goofy and makes her laugh. He's also really understanding about the fact that she isn't looking for anything serious. They don't talk about it but he knows that she is playing the field and seeing other people. She's sure he's not crazy about it, but she also knows that he's doing the same. Outside of just getting out of a 6 year relationship, she's got tour and a new album to finish while he has football. Their considerable situation is best for both of them.

After what seemed like 2 seconds after she laid down, Demi finds herself awoken by a knock on the door and batman barking. She opens her eyes and looks at her phone to see the time. She scrambles out of the bed walks to her hotel room door, opening it to find Odell standing there with flowers in one hand, sourpatch kids in the other, and the dorkiest smile on his face. She kind of hates how it makes her heart skip a beat.

"Were you asleep?" He asks as she stretches and yawns simultaneously. "It's like 9:30, old lady."

"Shut up, asshole. It's been an exhausting week and instead of staying in bed all day, I spent my day off at a football game watching my boys lose," She sasses with a tilt of her head.

"Yeah but your favorite boy won, doesn't that count for something?" he asks as he hands over her flowers and candy. "Plus I come bearing gifts."

"Maybe and thank you," she counters as she tries to fight the smile coming to her face. She reaches out to accept the gifts, tossing the candy on the bed and walking over to search for something to put the flowers in. She turns at the sound of Odell clearing his throat.

"Your hospitality is shit. You're not even going to welcome me in?" he asks with a chuckle as he stands in the doorway.

"I thought me inviting you over and leaving the door open was a pretty clear indicator that you were welcome. I didn't realize you needed step by step instructions," she counters with a smirk. She finds a contraption close enough to vase and fills it with water. She hears the door close and a plop on the bed as she places the flowers on the bathroom counter.

Demi steps out of the bathroom to find Odell sitting on the bed scrolling through his phone. He really is handsome, she can't help but notice. Out of his football uniform, he looks more like the guy she hung out with until the early hours of the morning a mere 2 months ago. His ripped jeans, sneakers and red and black button down. He's a sight for sore eyes.

He looks up from his phone, making direct eye contact with her and only then does she realize she's staring and biting her lip. She finds herself blushing a tad but ducks her head and crosses her arms hoping he doesn't see.

Odell gets up from the bed and begins making his way toward her, "Now that you're awake and the flowers are taken care of, can I have a proper welcome?" he asks as he approaches her and places his hands on her hips.

Looking up to meet those big brown eyes, Demi smiles and wraps her arms around his neck. He squeezes her tight in the best way possible and buries his head in her hair. He slowly pulls away from the hug and just looks at her. His face mere centimeters from hers.

"What?" she asks feeling a blush creeping up her neck.

"Nothing," he responds with a smile. "I'm just happy to see you is all." He leans down and pecks her lips, but she pulls him back in when he goes to break the kiss. He obliges and the kiss intensifies as she slips her tongue into his mouth. She allows the quietest of muffled moans to slip out as he backs her into the wall, his hands skimming over her ass to grasp her thighs. Using what seems like little to no strength, he lifts her up and she wraps her legs around his waist.

This is all escalating a lot quicker than she thought it would but that what months of pent up aggression and no sex can do to a girl. Unfortunately, rationale slips to the forefront of her mind in that very moment and she realizes that they are getting carried away. She breaks the kiss as he makes his way down her neck, sucking and biting along the way. He really is not making this easy.

"Wait...Odell, wait," she states breathily and he finally stops to look at her. "We should stop."

The look of disappointment on his face is, arguably, the cutest thing she's ever seen. He sighs and gently places her back on her feet as he takes a few steps back. "Yeah, you're right. My bad. I got carried away but in my defense, you look really fucking good in those shorts right now."

Smoothing her hair down, she lets out a giggle at that. "You are such a fucking dork. Would you be able to handle just cuddling up and watching a movie with me or do I need to put on pants for that?"

"You don't have to put on pants but you have to at least get under the covers. I can't be responsible for what I do while those thighs are on display," he responds with a shrug.

Demi lets out a cackle at that and hops on the bed, pulling the covers back. She reaches out for him to join her, which he does without hesitation. They spend 10 minutes or so trying to decide on a movie to watch, ultimately settling on something neither of them has seen, though the night was spent doing anything but watching it.

They talked about what felt like everything under the sun, including how he plans to come to her show tomorrow night. Shared a few kisses in between and the last thing she remembers is a clock that read 3am as she fell asleep in his arms feeling like there was no place else she'd rather be and that was the moment that she knew she needed to cut ties with him.