Nathan opened his eyes slowly, hearing the rustle of someone moving around. He turned on his side to see Haley gathering her clothes.
"Why are you out of here so fast tonight?" He asked while stifling a yawn. "It's only two A.M."
She turned around, her reddish-blonde hair in soft waves around her bare shoulders.
"Maybe you've forgotten about Jake, my boyfriend?"
He smirked. "The one who won't put out?"
Haley
sent him a glare, and returned to pulling on her pants.
"Yes,
one and the same. Have you seen my-"
Nathan lazily pulled a lacy bra from the sheets, and tossed it to her.
"Thanks." She said as she clasped it over the perfect twin mounds he admired so much.
He grinned and laid back to watch her change, taking in her sculpted, toned body.
"Sure you have to go so soon? Maybe we could get in a round two."
She eyed him staring. "You mean round three?"
He laughed, settling back into the pillows again.
"Why do we still do this?"
She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. "You don't like it anymore?"
"What? Of course I do. Guaranteed sex, no strings attached, it's perfect. But what I'm wondering is why you do it. I mean, you've got Jake. Do you really need to be fucked so badly that you'll do it with your hot friend?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "If you do say so yourself."
Haley walked over and sat at the end of the bed.
"I guess. Wow, that's pretty pathetic. I'm a whore." She laughed to herself.
Nathan smiled his signature smirk. "Guess so."
She threw a pillow at him. "Shut up."
As she walked towards the door, she whispered over her shoulder, "So tomorrow night?"
"Probably more like tomorrow afternoon. We don't have practice," he said, grinning, "I'll need a work-out."
She rolled her eyes again. "That I can definitely provide."