In Love With A Player

"Wake up Mark!" I wake up to hear my best friend, Emile, yelling at me. "It's only 6:30 am" I reply, annoyed and drowsy because I had to work the night shift again last night at the gas station down the street. Emile and I are only juniors in high school, but our school is at least an hour away from our hometown, so we rented an apartment here in the city. Emile works at the hotel 10 minutes from here, and he is constantly staying there for the workers' discount and the fact that he can't get in trouble for bringing his girlfriends there since I said he couldn't bring them home anymore. I mean, come on! we have a one-bedroom, and I sleep on the pull-out couch! " I made breakfast! " Emile yelled from the kitchen, before coming over and plopping down on top of me. " Marrrrkkk....." He whispered, making me go all red. " I'll give you cuddles if you'll get up," He said, in a calm yet seductive and firm tone, sending shivers down my spine. "Fine, but cuddles first," I said, still trying not to sound shy. Soon enough, Emile was laying next to me, pulling me up closer, laying my head in his chest. Then he took my blanket I had been using and wrapped it over us, holding me close as he did so. He then wrapped his big muscley arms around me, making me feel comfortable and warm. I knew that Emile was pretty gullible, and he didn't really have an easy time " taking a hint ", so knowing this, I realized that now was my chance.