Her.
But I thought it was for the best. That she deserved better than me. But when I discovered she was living in the same apartment complex as me, I decided to believe fate was involved.
“Fate’s a thing, right?”
“Huh?” she asks, sounding a little dazed.
I hadn’t realized I’d said that out loud, but that’s okay. “Fate. It’s a thing, right?”
“I guess.” Becklyn shrugs.
“Yeah. It’s a thing.”
“Do you want to know what else is a thing?” She grimaces, then titters.
“What?”
“You stink.”
“I do?” I raise my left arm and smell. Now it’s time for my own grimace. “I haven’t showered?”
“Today?”
I shake my head.
“Since yesterday?” Her voice is squeaky. She attempts to pull away from me, but I’m not ready for that just yet. Becklyn’s nose crinkles up into an adorable expression of disgust.
“Sorry.” I chuckle, then regret it. “I wasn’t about to ask your brother to help me in the shower, since I can’t really get undressed.” I point to my right side. “Can’t get the shirt off.”
“Oh.” She’s thinking.
I’m watching.
“I, uh, can help you get undressed.” She glances at my face quickly, then her eyes return to my right arm. “If-If you want.”
“That’d be great.” I grin. “You sure?” I’m not even hesitating. Sure, I’m asking if she’s sure, but I’m not about to let her walk away. I need a shower. My hair is sticking up all over the place, and I smell. Something I hadn’t really noticed until now.
What?
I sweat a lot. I’m used to it.
“Sure.” Becklyn’s face flushes, which makes me smile. She’s pretty in pink.
“Come on.” I take her by the hand and pull her toward my bathroom. Once inside, I stand in front of the sink vanity facing her. I raise my arms slowly and wait for her to help me off with my tee.
“Tell me if this hurts.” Becklyn’s voice is soft and sincere.
“I will.” Gazing down, I watch as her little fingers grasp the bottom edge of my shirt and slowly push it upward. I’m holding my breath in an attempt to keep my dick from reading too much into this.
In my head I’m telling him to stay down. That this isn’t one of those times he can stand at attention.
Think about something else.My head is working overtime to come up with something.Think about…England?
No. I shake my head.
“What’s wrong?” she asks. Her hands stop moving for a moment.
“Nothing. Just thinking about England.”
