When she walked through that door in that little tiny dress, I wanted to rip it off.

Fuck, this is Matthew's girl. He deserves to be happy if she's the one, so why do I want her? I know nothing about her, but I want to. I want to talk to her outside of practices and interviews.

Fuck, I need to get laid, real quick. I also need a shower.

I get up from my desk, grab a pair of clean boxers, and walk out my door towards the bathroom. Just as I go to grab the doorknob, the door swings open.

I look down to see none other than the girl herself, Aria Hart. But what I notice, is she's wearing one of Matthew's shirts, and her bare legs are on display. Fuck, her legs look so smooth. Her eyes lock with mine as I smirk and lean against the door frame, causing her to walk back into the bathroom from the sudden closeness.

"How was he? I only know he's done it twice and both times I wasn't home," I say through a smirk. She gasps as she slaps her hand over her mouth. I can hear a quiet giggle and tilt my head in confusion.

"W-we didn't h-have sex," She replies through laughs. I raise my eyebrows in shock, "I'm too tired to drive home, so I'm staying the night," She says once she's calmed down from laughing. I look down at the red and white jersey she has on. Of fucking course it's Matt's number. But, what I say next shocks me.

"24 is cool and all, but 19 would look better on you," I whisper as I step into the bathroom and kick the door shut. Her eyes widen in shock as her lips part and inhale a faint breath. I'm not going to lie right now, my dick is really fucking hard at the thought of her in my jersey.

I can't stop myself from slowly walking up to her, never breaking eye contact as I grab her waist and pull her against me. She lets out another breathy gasp from the sudden contact. The lower part of her stomach is squished right against my hard-on. I know she feels it because she fucking pushes herself against it even harder.

Fuck, I shouldn't do this. Matt likes her. Fuck fuck I need to get her out of this bathroom. My body doesn't seem to move away though, despite my head telling me to stop before I take this too far.

My head ducks down to under her earlobe as I whisper, "Go to bed sweetheart, Matthews waiting," I force my hands to let go of her waist as I walk toward the shut door. I almost consider locking the door, but my conscious tells me "no", as I grab the doorknob and open the door quietly. I turn my head to see her standing there, wide-eyed. She shakes her head, as she rushes out of the bathroom with her head down. I can't help but feel a pang of guilt in my chest from the actions I had taken.

I can't let this happen again.

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My annoying ass alarm goes off at 5 a.m. I fucking hate early morning practices.

I haul my ass out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. I hear footsteps downstairs which tells me either Brett or Matt are awake. I do my usual routine, brush my teeth, wash my face, put on deodorant. I hear an unfamiliar voice as I make my way down the stairs.

"Just give these to Ari okay? She's taking pictures at your practice remember?" Says the unfamiliar feminine voice. When I reach the bottom of the stairs, my eyes are met with a stunning blonde. Her hair is up in a bun and she is dressed in an oversized sweater and a pair of leggings. She stands at about 5'7, slightly taller than Aria. She's stunning, that's for sure.

Brett is the one standing at the door wearing a tight black T-shirt and grey sweatpants. He has his hand on the door as he leans against it, I can almost sense that he's checking her out.

"Anything for you sweetheart," The blonde rolls her eyes as she shoves the clothing items at Brett. I let out a chuckle, which causes Blondie and Brett to turn to me. Brett shoots me a smirk, mouthing She's hotI shake my head and walk off into the kitchen. I hear the door shut and footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Hey, who was at the door?" I turn around to see Matt standing in the kitchen entrance with his glasses on, a tank top, and a pair of sweatpants. I shrug my shoulders and nod my head towards Brett.

"One of Aria's friends dropping off clothes for her today," Brett answers. He points to the clothes laid on the kitchen counter and Matt goes to grab them. As Matt goes to leave, my dumbass decides to ask him about his night.

"So...where'd you sleep?" Matt furrows his eyebrows. I lean against the countertop waiting for a proper answer.

"In my bed?" He replies, almost as a question.

"With real-life Bambi?" Matt's jaw opens slightly as he nods slowly. I feel my heart drop a little bit, but I push the feeling aside and smirk at him.

"We didn't do anything. We stayed on different sides of the bed, trust me," Matt says as he leaves and makes his way upstairs.

Last night starts replaying in my brain. How Aria's sweet brown eyes looked up at me as I pulled her by the waist. How when I leaned down, her heartbeat picked up, how she let out a low breath. I won't deny that she is one attractive girl, but I don't have time for anything long-term. But something about her makes me rethink the whole "casual sex" thing I have going on.

I really need to get my head straight.

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here's chapter 4! stories moving kind of slow, but i promise i have some ideas coming up :)

- author grace