Our time is winding down, and I'm unsure if we'll ever get an opportunity for me to ask where it all went wrong and if anything is salvageable, but I decide that's a conversation for another day.
"I need to go to bed." I fake a yawn.
"Yeah, me too. Our hour is almost up."
I stand up and wobble a bit from the wine. My feet are on the bottom floor, my lower half in the water. I foolishly think I can skip a step and trust my one leg to support my body weight. Big mistake.
Not only am I unstable and buzzed, but I also don't have a grab bar to break my fall. I can feel my equilibrium shift as my balance skews completely.
Theo reaches out and tries to prevent me from hitting the water, but it's too late. I slip, the right side of my body submerging underwater.
His catch is clumsy and his huge hand rubs against my chest as I fall sideways, maybe even upside down. I have no clue which way is up, I just know gravity is nonexistent right now.
Theo fumbles me like a football as I rub the water out of my eyes.
My hair is sopping wet, and I say, "Shit," right as Theo curses, "Fuck, sorry."
"I have to—"
"Amelia, uh—"
"No," I interrupt, putting my hand up, realizing how cold it is outside. "It's fine, don't worry."
"But—"
"Nope, apology accepted and—"
"Amelia, will you shut up? Your left tit is showing!"
I look down to confirm that yep, the left bathing suit triangle is tucked to the side and my bare breast is exposed.
Theo accidentally shifted my bikini top as I fell, and he got a nice handfulandeyeful.
I readjust myself quickly, a feeling of mortification and arousal hitting me simultaneously. Theo looks like he saw inside Pandora's box, a glimpse of gratification emitting from those icy blue eyes. I don't know if it's the cool temperature or the fact that Theo's eyes are locked on me, but my nipple hardens, as if giving him the blessing to keep staring.
"Well, this is awkward." I'm dripping everywhere as I exit the Jacuzzi.
"Amelia, it was an accident."
"I know, don't worry."
Wrapping the towel around me as tight as it can go without cutting off circulation, I gather the empty wine bottle and cup and practically leave a trail of steam behind me as my hot body meets the cool night air.
I'm unable to even say goodnight as I sprint for the house. I immediately run up to my room and flop on the bed, cursing.
An ex-boyfriend said my breasts were "porn star worthy," and while these girls have never let me down, I don't use them as bait. Even though they are the only weapon in my feminine wiles department, I never pull them out.
Until tonight. On accident. When Theo looked like all his teenage fantasies came true.
The sexual tension I imagined was bad enough for me. Then I had to go and flash him my chest? I'll be haunted by this till the day I move out.
Seeing him practically naked, his hair disheveled, his ab muscles contracting as he laughed, the gleam in his eyes when I caught him staring at me…it's too much.
And on top of all this, Theo has been resurrected from the dead and come back as Captain America.
"Fuck," I groan.
I cannot be attracted to my stepbrother.
