Give into me

Headache

Venny POV:

The morning after, at my parent’s house, I get such a terrible headache that I wonder how I deal with it. I take some pills for the pain, but it barely helps. It also doesn’t help that I’m prone to migraines.

“Morning Venny, are you okay?” My mom Bella asks as she puts a mug of coffee in front of me.

“Yeah mom, I’m fine. Just another migraine.” I tell her and she pouts.

“You should see a doctor about that. It’s been getting worse hasn’t it?” She asks as she holds my head and kisses my forehead. She’s a total sweetheart.

“Kind of? I used to only get it once a month, but now it’s becoming a weekly thing.” I admit she huffs.

“See? This what I’m saying. Make yourself an appointment, and I’ll take you okay?”

I sigh and nod, as I rub my temples.

“Don’t you have a baseball game today?” She asks me and my eyes get wide.

“s**t, yeah, I totally forgot!”

“Language.” She says in a warning tone.

“Sorry, but yeah it’s three pm today. And next week is the final game of the season. Are you coming?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world sweetheart.” She says as she wipes down the kitchen counter.

“Thanks.”

***

Levi POV:

Last night was a lot of things. It started off depressing then it got real interesting, real fast.

Venny was acting differently, and I was feeling different. I’m not sure if it was the alcohol, but I was starting to see Venny in a new light. A weird, sexy new light.

I noticed how plump his lips were, like the perfect lips, and why the f**k am I thinking about his lips? That’s beyond me. The liquid courage combined with the way Venny was looking at me last night as if we were the only ones at the club, made me curious, and also a bit scared.

“How may I help you?” I ask the woman as she looks over the menu and ignores me. After a while, she says she wants a burger with sweet potato fries.

“Coming right up,” I say as I write down the order and clip it on to the order rope. I hate working on the weekends, but I have to help mom pay the bills since dad split. I have a pretty bad hangover today, but I’m assuming it’s not worse than Venny’s. Poor guy gets the worst headaches. I probably should have thought of that before getting him s**t faced last night.

“Hey Levi, you can take your break now.” My manager tells me and I smile gratefully.

“Thanks, Martha.”

She nods as she takes my place and I walk out of the restaurant towards my car and pull out my phone. I might as well do a good deed today.

I call Venny and he picks up after the third ring.

Venny: (“Levi, hey, what’s up?“)

Levi: (“How are you holding up today?“) He sighs deeply.

Venny: (“I’m barely holding up. My head is killing me and I have a game later. I’m at the batting cage now just practicing on my own.“)

Levi: (“s**t man, I’m sorry. How about I bring you some lunch? I’m not too far from the batting cage.“)

Venny: (“I won’t say no to free food.“)

Levi: (“You wouldn’t dare. I’m on my way.“)

***

I spot Venny laying down under the shade of a tree with his workout clothes on and a bat by his head.

“Venny,” I say his name, and he groans. I sit next to him and place his food beside him.

“Head still hurting?”

“Yes, I’m afraid I might not be able to play tonight if it doesn’t get better.” He says a bit upset, as he props himself on an elbow and picks up his sandwich. He looks into my eyes with pain written on his face.

“Thank you.” He says before devouring the sandwich.

As he’s chewing I know what will make him feel better, and before I can think better of it, I place my hand over his head and begin to massage his scalp. His curls are so soft and thick. He gasps before relaxing, letting out a deep breath.

“Oh my goodness Levi...” he says before a moan escapes his lips. I get goosebumps at the sound of it. The hell is wrong with me? I quickly pull my hand away and he pouts.

“Why’d you stop?” He asks and I clear my throat.

“Well, I just don’t want to disturb you while you’re eating.” I lie and he shakes his head.

“Please Levi?” How can I say no to those pleading eyes on his baby face? I’m so f****d.

I place my hand on his head and massage his scalp. His eyes roll back and he moans again. When my c**k twitches beneath my jeans I pull back even faster this time and get to my feet. He looks at me confused.

“Sorry, I just forgot, I need to be at work now. My break is over.” I say as I brush the dirt off my jeans.

“Oh yeah. No problem, thanks for the sandwich. Will I see you later in the game?”

I smile and nod.

“Yeah, I’m always there aren’t I?”

He nods with a half-smile.

“You wouldn’t be my best friend if you weren’t.”

As I get to my truck my hands shake. What the f**k, c**k? Right now is not the time to get confused!

As I’m driving back to work I notice a familiar car parked outside. Its Arias. Just perfect. I walk in and there she is sitting at a table alone she stands up and walks towards me.

“Aria, don’t. I don’t need to hear whatever it is you’re going to say.” I tell her but she ignores me.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to tell you that, because I would go crazy if I didn’t. But I’m not going to ask you to take me back, I know I have no more chances left. But I do apologize.”

I nod.

“Alright, now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work.”

She sighs and shrugs.

“Fine. At least I said it.” She says as she walks out.

Why do people expect you to forgive them, just because they tell you to forgive them? I’m still torn about what happened.