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I get changed – Grace’s pajamas almost too small. I
shuffle to the bathroom, trying to stay quiet so I don’t bug anyone. I reach
for the door handle just as someone opens it. Steam pours out and Lee stands in
the doorway, towel wrapped around his waist and bronze chest bare. His wet hair
hangs in his surprised eyes.
“Geez, what is this – the second time you’ve seen me naked?
Do you have special sensing whiskers for this shit or something?” He asks.
I glue my eyes to the ceiling. “Sorry. Um. I just wanted
to brush my teeth.”
“Apology not accepted.” He leans in, so close I can see
the water droplets stuck on his chest. I’m suddenly hyper aware of the way
Grace’s pajamas don’t cover all of my stomach and legs. I hadn’t noticed it the
first time we ran into each other – literally – but his physique isn’t bulky at
all. He has broad shoulders but a narrow waist tapering into his towel. His arm
and stomach muscles have the barest definition. His skin is dusky and the skin
hairs light, surprisingly light for how dark his head hair is. He has a small
mole on his neck and for some reason that snaps me back to reality – he’s a
real, breathing person and I’m standing here gawking and making a fool of
myself.
“I just, if you’re done, I need to –” I try to squeeze
around him, but he blocks the door with his body.
“Need to what?”
“Please move!”
He smiles and leans closer. “That’s more like it. Using
your words and asking for what you want clearly is always a good thing.”
His heat engulfs me, and I feel hesitant featherlight
touches on the back of my neck as his hand ghosts up it. I jerk away.
“Don’t play me like this.”
“Play you like what?”
“Trying to get me in your bed won’t make me like you.”
“I could probably change your mind about that once we’re
in it.” He grins.
“I won’t marry you, ever,” I hiss. “And I won’t let you
toy with me just so you can get that money.”
I dart into the steamy bathroom. When I hear him walk
down the hall and go into his room I breathe a sigh of relief. That was too
close. My hands and heart are trembling, and I feel like I’m running a fever. I
brush my teeth and stare at my reflection. I’m nothing special. Nothing
compared to the sorority girls he probably sleeps with. There’s no way he’s
attracted to me. He doesn’t even know me that well. So he has to be playing me,
toying with me for the money.
I feel sick.
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