Inexperienced

Okay. So Jonathan Toews is currently getting undressed in my guest bedroom. No big deal. We're just friends. He has his bimbo girlfriend and I have...well I have no one but that's okay.

I walked in and handed him a pair of my brother's joggers and walked back out.

I headed back to my room to change into my pajamas and wash the makeup off my face. I tied my hair into a bun and as I was brushing my teeth, Jon came in and kissed me goodnight. I couldn't help but admire how good he looked. Jeez he makes joggers and a white T-shirt look so fucking good it was ridiculous.

I turned off my bathroom light, walked into my room and climbed into my comfy bed. That's the last time I ever go to a club. Well, maybe not but I'm definitely going to make sure I'm with one of the guys at all times.

What if Jon hadn't seen me and come to my rescue? What would have happened? Bait thinking of the possibilities makes me shiver.

I tossed and turned for what seemed like hours before I fell asleep. That was when the nightmares started.

I could see his face so clearly. His cold eyes locked on mine. His hands gripping my arms so tight I couldn't move.

"Come on baby," he snarled in my ear, "I know you want me. Come with me. I can take good care of you. Trust me."

I squirmed and shook my head furiously, trying to wake up. I opened my eyes and realized I was drenched in sweat. My heart rate was crazy.

It was just a dream. I'm okay now.

I got up and changed out of my shirt, throwing the sweaty one in my laundry basket.

I climbed back into bed but as soon as I closed my eyes I saw his face. I can't do this. I need to sleep. I sighed and stared at my ceiling.

I remember when I was younger, I used to get nightmares after watching a scary movie with Luca. He knew I wouldn't be able to sleep that night so he'd let me sleep in his room. His room had the best view of the moon. It would shine into his window so his room was never really dark. Then he'd tell me that his room was magical because monsters would die if the moonlight touched them.

Now, it's not scary monsters from kids movies that I was dealing with and it wasn't so easy to get rid of them. These monsters were much worse.

I couldn't do this anymore. I wrapped my blanket around me and walked over to the guest room. I walked in and saw Jon sleeping peacefully.

Oh how it killed me to wake him. I gently nudged him a couple of times until he woke up.

He looked around confused and then looked at up at me.

"Karen? What's wrong?," he said asked. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?"

"I'm sorry," I whispered, "It's like 4 or something. I was having trouble sleeping and I was
wondering if...I mean if you don't mine of course...if I could-"

"Oh. Yea of course," he said. "Come here."

Jon moved to the left side of the bed and I climbed in. He covered me with the duvet and I scooted closer to him, trying to warm up again.

He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer to him so that my face was right by his chest.

"Goodnight Jon," I whispered.

"Night."

"Thank you for being there for me," I mumbled.

I was already half asleep but I could have sworn I heard him say "Always."

That night was the best sleep I'd had in a while.

****
I woke up to an empty bed.

I sighed. Is this what a one-night stand felt like?

That's what I get for getting my hopes up.

I rubbed the sleep out of my eye and walked towards the door. As soon as I opened it, the smell of pancakes filled my senses.

What the...

I walked towards the kitchen and saw a shirtless Jonathan Toews wearing nothing but the sweats he slept in.

Oh dear lord.

“Hey,” I said shyly.

He turned and walked over to me.

“Morning sleepy head,” he said as he kissed my head. “How’d you sleep?” He smirked and gave me a wink.

You little fucker.

“Pretty good. You?”

He walked back over to the stove and flipped a pancake. “Pretty good too.”

Even though his back was turned, I could hear the smile in his voice.

“So…you’re making breakfast,” I said as I sat down at the counter.

He turned around and handed me a plate with two chocolate chip pancakes, some eggs, and bacon.

“I am,” he said. “I figured you needed a break after, you know…”

“Wow. Thank you.” I avoided eye contact with him. He was still shirtless and I knew that if I looked up, I’d just end up staring at his bare chest.

“So,” I said, “did you lose your shirt or something?”

He chuckled and sat down next to me with his own plate stacked with food. “I got some pancake batter all over it so I threw it in the wash.”

“Oh. Okay,” I said still avoiding his naked torso.

God, why do you hate me? Why are you torturing me like this? Is this because I haven’t gone to church in 2 weeks? Because I swear I’ll go next Sunday.

Just then my door flew open and Kaner came running in.

“I smelled pancakes,” he said as he was helping himself to a plate of food. He looked up at us and froze.

“What’s going on here?” he asked.

"What do you mean?” Jon asked.

“Well, for starters, YOU’RE HALF NAKED IN KAREN’S APARTMENT,” Kaner said pointing at Jon’s bare chest.

“Oh my god. Did you guys have sex last night?,” he asked,”You guys totally did it didn’t you? I knew it! I called it!”

“What? Dude! No!,” I screamed, “he crashed here last night. THAT’S IT! Nothing happened. Chill.”

“Oh,” he said, “Okay.” And he continued eating.

Wow. Thanks for making things awkward Kaner.

“Wait, what do you mean you called it?” Jon asked.

“Oh god. Just shut up and eat guys,” I said. I was blushing so hard I kept my head down as I ate.

After we finished breakfast, Pat helped me out with the dishes while Jon showered.

“So,” Kaner said.

“Stop.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say!” He said.

“Don’t care,” I said as I handed him another dish.

“Fine,” he pouted. “What do you want to do today?”

“I don’t know. Let’s just hang out here and watch some movies,” I said, “I just want to rest and enjoy our day off.”

“MOVIE MARATHON!”

“Jeez Pat! No need to scream,” I giggled as I whacked him with a towel.

“I’ll be back! I’m bringing over some movies! Make popcorn!” he said as he rushed out of my apartment.

“It’s noon! It’s too early for popcorn!” I shouted after him.

“Who gives a flying squirrel!” He yelled back as he ran into the hallway.

What am I going to do with this boy?

“Hey Karen, do you have another pair of sweats I can borrow?”

I looked up and saw an almost naked Jonathan Toews. The only thing he was wearing was one of my towels that he wrapped around his waist which were hanging so low you couldn’t help but admire those v lines. There were still some beads of water running down his chest too.

Dear lord help me.

Notes

currently craving a mango pineapple smoothie from mcdonalds
this was a filler btw

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-A