"Did you have fun?" Taylor asks.
"More than I thought possible," I admit.
"Mission accomplished then," he says, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.
We reach his truck. He unlocks it with a beep, and courtesy floods through him as he holds the passenger door open for me to climb inside. He closes the door and drives us back to my apartment.
My heart races, each beat a step closer to my home and the end of our time together.
We reach my place, and he walks me to my door just like the gentleman he is.
"Thank you, for everything today." I stop outside my apartment door.
"I was glad it all made you smile." His dark eyes hold mine.
He leans down, and I'm on tiptoes, our lips meeting halfway in a tender kiss. It's soft, hesitant at first, but it grows bolder, more certain. My fingers find their way to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.
When we part, it's like waking from a dream, only this is real—more real than anything I've felt in a long time. We're both smiling and aware that something has definitely shifted between us.
"Goodnight, Harper," he whispers, his breath a caress against my forehead.
"Goodnight, Taylor."
I watch him walk away with a flutter in my chest that isn't just from the kiss. It's the thrill of a new beginning.
Chapter 7
Taylor
I should’ve known that Harper would be someone that would change my life. I was serious after our first workout session when I told her that I’m not a fuckboy. I never have been, despite the way others in my profession are viewed. I’m pretty sure she’s always known that about me too. But after that workout session and me going in for a kiss like that, I had to be certain, even if I did cover it up with my usual charming wit.
Now I’m sitting here like an asshole, waiting for her to call me because, after that move, I think the only way to drive my point home that I’m not interested in a one-night stand is to let her be the one to come to me. It’s been a full twenty-four hours since I had my mouth on hers. Twenty-four hours too long.
What’s taking so long? I know she wants me too. I could feel her eyes on me the entire time we were working out. I couldpractically feel the heat coming off her pussy when I was spotting her during her attempt at a deadlift.
She was supposed to text me by now. Fuck it. I’m tired of waiting.
Me:Hey Harps, how’d that cold shower go?
Harper:Horrible. Didn’t work to cool down anything.
Me:Oh, really now?
Harper:So, when’s our next workout?
Me:Well, if your muscles are still sore from the last one, we should probably wait a bit.
Harper:You’re really earning that nickname, Taylor the Torturer.
Me:I never do anything half assed.
Harper:Oh trust me, I want you to put your entire ass into our next workout.
Fuuuuuuck!
What is this woman doing to me? How am I supposed to keep this up for another workout? Is that what she expects? Becausewhat I want more than anything is to get behind her without the gym, without the deadlift, and thrust into her balls deep over and over.
I get another text, but disappointment sets in when I realize it’s my teammate, Drew Elliott, and not her.
