Demi began to stir as she felt warm lips on her neck. Releasing a low hum as a smile graced her lips, she recapped last night's events, not quite ready to open her eyes. She felt those lips make their way up her neck and along her jaw, so she slowly peered her eyes open to see chestnut brown irises staring back at her.

"Good morning, gorgeous" Odell whispered as he placed a quick kiss to her lips.

"Good morning," Demi retorted tilting her head briefly to check the clock on the dresser for the time. It was 10AM and she knew that she would need to get up soon and start getting ready for the day. She had a show tonight in Dallas and between meet and greets, CAST and sound check, it could occupy take up a majority of her day.

Her train of thought was lost as she felt Odell begin to place kisses along her neck again causing a small giggle to erupt. Turning her head to face him, she lifted his chin to bring his lips to hers. She gathers that he must have woken up quite some time before she did as the taste of Listerine is fresh on his lips. Unfortunately, she hasn't had that luxury yet and she isn't really willing to stop this morning make out session, so she opts for lingering closed mouth kisses.

Odell breaks the kiss and begins to trail open mouth kisses down her jawline, neck and then her collarbone. It feels like his hands are everywhere all at once and this is getting a little more intense than a morning make out session. She feels his right hand seep under the seam of her shirt as he begins to slowly push it up until it is level with her chest.

Her head hit the pillow as he palmed her breasts and continued on his journey south. She should stop this. She knows that she should, but her attraction to him is nothing short of wanton. She's not even sure where this is headed, though she has a pretty good idea and she's not sure she'd be capable of stopping him at this point.

Suddenly, the kisses stopped as soon as he reached the hem of her sleep shorts causing her to lift her head and look down at him. His gaze was so intense and the desire in his eyes seemed about as palpable as what she could feel pooling in between her legs.

Keeping her gaze, he slowly sat up and places his hands on her hips as he seized a handful of sleep shorts. "Is this okay?" he whispered as he began to tug them down, not even really waiting for an answer. Or perhaps she had already given one within realizing it because her head was nodding before she could even think consider the question.

Within seconds, her shorts and undergarments were off and his practiced hands had pushed her knees up and out as he made sure to tease her and leave his mark on her inner thigh. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally felt the first swipe of his tongue across her slit causing her head to fall back into the pillows.

Odell hardened his tongue, tracing every bit of wetness discovered from her thigh to her slit and she already felt like she was on the brink of explosion. She hadn't realized how much pent up sexual frustration she had until this very moment. God this is the last thing they should be doing but Demi's will power was basically nonexistent right now.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she gasped as he continued to tease her with his tongue, making contact with every part of her except where she needed him to be.

"Do you want me to stop?" he inquired lifting his head to look at her. She lifted her head to meet his gaze and the look of sincerity on his face only turned her on more. Fuck it. "Only if you have a death wish," she muttered breathily as her hand met the back of his head, leading him back down to his destination.

Wasting no time, his tongue dipped inside of her with no pretense. His moans vibrating her skin as he explored her thoroughly. She had no more thoughts and no more words. It all just felt so….good. She was lost in bliss as his tongue assaulted her clit and her moans got louder and breathier. In mere moments, she was gasping with each thrust of his tongue as she rode out her orgasm.

Once she was finally able to gather her thoughts, she opened her eyes to find Odell lying to her left, staring at her with the dorkiest smile on his face. "Stop smiling, you dork," She chuckled as she halfheartedly used her hand to cover his face.

"I resent that statement. I'm a lot of things, Miss Lovato but a dork is not one of them," he muttered as he leaned down to place a kiss to her lips.

"You make choreographed dance videos for fun. You're a dork," she retorts. "A very good looking dork, but still a fucking dork."

Laughing at her accusation, he reached out to place a piece of hair behind her ear, "you really are beautiful, you know," he states, all trace of laughter gone.

Ducking her head to hide her blush, she responds with a whispered "thank you." Taking another look at the clock and realizing that nearly an hour has passed, she sits up and looks over at Odell. "As much as I hate to leave our little bubble here, I have to start getting ready. We have a few press events to do before the show tonight, so I need to take a quick shower."

She grabs her shorts off of the ground and slips them back on before making her way toward her bag. "Are you still coming to the show tonight?" she asks as she rifles through her bag looking for her facewash, hoping that he still wants to go.

"Of course," he quickly responds from his spot on the bed. "I'll have to leave right after though because my flight takes off at midnight and I can't afford to miss it. I'm already going to be in a shit ton of trouble for not going back with the team."

"Wait, why would you be in trouble?" she asked, confusion evident on her face. "I thought you didn't have practice today."

"Well, I don't but technically, I'm supposed to travel with the team when we have away games unless there's an emergency. I could get fined otherwise."

Why was he saying this like it was no big deal? Why would he even stay if it was so risky? She was pretty sure she knew the answer but she didn't like it. "You could get fined?! Why would you stay if you knew you would get in trouble?" she asked incredulously. All thoughts of her shower abandoned for the time being.

"Demi, it's not a big deal. A fine is a possibility not a guarantee and it's not that much anyway. A few thousand, it's really not that big of a deal." He wasn't sure why she seemed to be so worked up about this.

"A few thousand?! That is too a big deal," she countered. "You shouldn't be taking chances like that to hang out with me." This is exactly why she felt like this wasn't a good idea. All of this sounded way too much like things that people in relationships would do. Sacrifices significant others would make. They weren't that. They were friends who were getting to know each other and the last thing she needed was for either of them to develop substantial feelings. She couldn't handle that right now, she wasn't ready for it.

"Dem…"

"I need to shower," she exhaled as she grabbed her bag and went into the bathroom. "We can talk about this later." And with that she closed the bathroom door and proceeded to overthink as she prepared for the day.

Later on that day:

Approximately 20 minutes before she was set to hit the stage, Demi heard a knock on her dressing room door. She opened it to see Odell standing there with that dorky grin on his face again. "Hi," he said as he placed his hands on her hips to pull her in for a hug.

She returned the hug, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him a little tighter than she would have liked, but she couldn't help it. "Hi," she responded as she laid her head on his shoulder. She hadn't seen him since this morning when she went to go take her shower. When she came out of the bathroom, albeit 45 minutes later, he was no longer there but he texted her saying he had a few errands to run and would meet her at the show.

His absence and her busy day helped halt all her thoughts about this moving entirely too fast, but her desire to hold onto him a little too long and a little too tight was reminding her tenfold. As she pulled away from the hug he placed a kiss on her cheek and then made his way to the sofa. He plopped himself down and kicked his feet up as Demi continued getting ready.

"You look amazing," he mentioned as he motioned his finger up and down referencing her lacy black leotard. "I'm really appreciating the view from back here too," he added as her back was facing him. She had gotten so comfortable in this outfit that she nearly forgot her ass was exposed.

"I bet you are, dork."

"You're going to get enough of calling me that, man."

"What are you going to do if I don't?" Demi asked with a smirk as she settled back into her chair in front of the mirror to make sure she didn't need her makeup touched up again.

"I'm gonna have to…" he was cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. "Shit, I'm sorry, I have to take this real quick." He dismissed himself, stepping outside of the room for a moment.

A few minutes later, he waltzed back in looking a little less upbeat than he did when he left. "Something wrong?" Demi inquired.

"I wouldn't say wrong or at least not anything that I didn't see coming," he explained. "That was my manager and apparently there will definitely be a fine when I get back and a bullshit speech from coach about team unity or some shit. But whatever, like I said earlier, it's not a big deal. I'm here to support you tonight."

He was smiling at her and he looked so fucking adorable. He was trying to be supportive and it was sweet, but he was making sacrifices and getting in trouble and putting his career on the line for her. For fun. For something that wasn't supposed to be serious. She could deal when she was just afraid of developing feelings herself, but she could not deal if the feelings were mutual. She would succumb to them and that is not what either of them need right now. He's too busy with football and she's too busy getting over last relationship. She didn't even have all of her shit out of Wilmer's house yet for fucks sake.

Everything about Odell was perfect and she was realizing that was the problem. He wasn't the guy that she could just have fun with. He wasn't like Luke. Luke she could have a good time with and never have to worry about falling in love. She could already tell that wouldn't work with Odell.

"I think you should go," she impulsively stated before she could even stop herself.

"What?" he asked confused as his smile faltered.

"I just… I mean, you can stay for the show, but I don't think we should see each other after this. You should head home and focus on your game and I should focus on tour," she elaborated but he still looked extremely confused as he stood up and began making his way toward her.

"I don't….where the hell is this coming from, Demi?"

"I'm not looking for anything serious right now, Odell. I like you, I do but I'm not ready to like anyone and I just think we need to take a step back."

"A step back from what? We've been on one fucking date, we haven't even taken a step forward. We're like anew born baby, we're not even walking yet so why are we talking about steps?"

She had to fight the urge to laugh at his ridiculous analogy. By the look on his face, he registered how dumb it sounded as well. "This is just too much. You're getting in trouble and paying fines to come see me. That's not something that you do with someone you're just having casual fun with, Odell."

"Demi, you're reading way too much into this, I told you, it's not a big…"

"It's not a big deal, I know," she mocked as she cut him off. "But it is a big deal to me. It's too much and I can't handle all of this right now. We just need to cool it for a bit, that's all I'm saying."

He ran his hands over his face clearly frustrated before turning around and grabbing his phone off of the couch. "Fine, if you want to overreact and pump the breaks on whatever this is, I'm not going to try to stop you," he stated as he walked toward the door and grabbed the handle.

"Odell, don't…"

"Have a good show," he uttered as he turned the knob and walked out. She wasn't even sure she'd be capable of putting on a good show at this point.