Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
“These are not going to fit me,” I grumble. “Is she high?”
No shirt, just the shorts, which is fine. I walk around the gym sometimes with no shirt on, and this is far less public than that.
And not to like, humblebrag, but I’ve got a great physique and have nothing to be ashamed of.
She’s on the spare bedroom bed when I walk through the bathroom door, steam billowing around me like a smoke machine. And when she sits up—remote for the TV in her hand—her stare has me rethinking the wisdom of not throwing on a tee shirt.
“Sorry that I’m wearing this,” she starts. “But it’s all I had and I wasn’t expecting company.”
I swallow, my feet inching forward on the carpet toward the bed, eyes daring around for oh, I don’t know—a chair or a table or a desk. Something other than the bed while she’s sitting there in that… That…
Is that lingerie?
No, can’t be. She wouldn’t be traveling with that, would she?
But it’s thin, and it’s a tank top, and those shorts leave little to the imagination. Lavender silk bottoms that barely cover her ass.
Shirt dipping low.
She’s apologetic, but I’m not sure if I believe her.
Nothing about those pajamas is sweet.
Her tits are bigger than I thought they were—and let’s be fucking honest, I’ve been thinking about what they look like. And I’d be fucking lying if I hadn’t imagined what she looks like naked, but now I’m trapped in a room with her wearing nothing but these goddamn boxers that are squeezing the life out of my nutsack.
Chill, bro.
It’s peaceful and quiet and it’s not like she has an ulterior motive.
Neither do you.
Liar.
My god, I’m such a liar…
CHAPTER 19
TESS
MAYBE I CAN SEDUCE HIM WITH MY AWKWARDNESS…
My heart beats out of my chest.
What possessed me to wear this in front of him? It’s not like I didn’t have a choice—last night, I wore a tee shirt to bed that was three sizes too large, my father’s XXL, and a pair of sweatpants I stole from Miranda. So this little barely-there number I had thrown in my overnight bag could have stayed retired.
Drew looks like an animal backed into a corner, terrified to take another step toward me.
“So you watching something already?”
He’s at the edge of the bed, knees hitting the mattress, and my eyes stray south to the waistband of those ill-fitting boxer shorts he was brave enough to put on.
My mouth waters, damned if it doesn’t, as my eyes travel lower still.
I can literally see the outline of his dick.
Drool.
I touch the corner of my mouth, hoping I don’t look like a sex crazed maniac but how would you feel if you were sharing a bedroom with your childhood crush?
You’d be drooling at the sight of him, too.
The fact that he’s being so polite only makes me want to push those boxers down his hips, shove him onto the mattress, and—
“I love this show too. I binged seasons one and two already. Which season are you on?”
He plops onto the far side of the bed, watching the TV screen, looking at the reality show about sex and dating I’ve pulled up. Hot singles “stranded” on an island and they’re not allowed to bang, kiss, touch, or get each other off.
“Um. Season four.”
Drew nods his approval. “Who’s that?”
“Chelsea.” I laugh.
“See! There’s always a Chelsea…”
I settle in. Drew settles in.
The ceiling fan is on, so it’s not too hot and not cold enough to be beneath the blankets, but I’m not sure if I can lay here like this. I feel like I’m on the beach in a bikini and have no idea how to behave or move my body.
Shit.
I’m an idiot. I should have worn the tee shirt.
“Uh. I think I’m going to grab a water from the kitchen. You want anything?”
“Sure, if you’re doing water, I’ll do one too.”
I roll off the bed, pulling the door closed behind me before walking to the small, galley kitchen, and when I bend over to take two water bottles out, Miranda walks through the front door.
“Hey, roomie, home so—” She stops in her tracks. “Whoa. You little hoebag.” She makes a twirling motion with her hand. “Spin around for me once.”
I shake my head.
“Oh my god.” Her eyes go to the two water bottles. “Are you with someone?” she whispers. “Did you bring someone home?”
“Shhh, lower your voice,” I hiss.
“Lower my voice? I’m literally whispering.” She’s grinning from ear to ear. “So who is it in the bedroom? Have you had sex yet? Wait. Please don’t tell me it’s the best man, Billy.”
I roll my eyes as if I’d bring that idiot Billy back to her place. “It’s not Billy. It’s…” I move my mouth, but no sound comes out. “Drew.”
“Who?”
“Drew.”
“Oh my god, talk louder.”
“My brother has a girl at his place, and I invited him here so he would have peace and quiet.”