“Oof. Ilikehow that sounds. Race ya.” He cocked an eyebrow at me and I took off before he could lower it.
We chased each other through the crowd, laughing like idiots as the holiday magic finally, finally grew my grinchy heart three sizes.
chapter thirty-four
I was having more “fun” than I ever thought possible.
We had fun at my place the night of the Christmas market. Twice. And after we finally decorated Andrew’s tree, beneath the lights and borrowed ornaments. In the supply room at Frolic, officially christening it. And now Andrew was doing everything in his power to keep my personal training session at Crush on track while I tried to seduce him.
“Stop,” he said in mock exasperation as I repositioned myself so he had a front-row seat for my butt while I bent over to do a row. “Are you serious about this or not?”
I gave him a coy look over my shoulder as I leaned down to grasp the bar. “I’m definitely serious about one thing.” I glanced at his crotch.
“Higgins.” He sighed. “C’mon, would you want me to act all sexy while you were trying to train Dude?”
“Yes. I absolutely would.”
It was like my body had been possessed and all I could think about was getting naked with him. I’d had good sex before, but sex with Andrew wasn’t just good. It was indescribable. I foundmyself drifting off throughout the day with fantasies so vivid that they left me trembling. It took all my willpower to keep from running to Crush for quickies, but he was so busy with clients it would’ve been impossible anyway.
Andrew let out a groan that echoed around the room. “C’mon,focus!”
“I’m starting to get a little insulted.” I pouted and put my hands on my hips. “How are you even resisting me at this point?”
He stared at me for a beat.
“I’m not.”
Andrew steamrolled over to me and swept me off my feet, carrying me from the center of the room to the corner where his extra mats were stacked three feet high. Our naked bodies were reflected in the mirrors all around us, but I kept my focus on him until we both collapsed in a sweaty heap.
We rested on our sides on the mat, staring at each other.
“You’re the worst.” He was still out of breath as he reached over to smooth my hair off my forehead.
“Hm, and here I thought that was an excellent idea. I’d even consider it a workout. My quads are still shaky from riding you.”
His eyes flicked up and down my body then paused at my chest. “Hey, why do you always hide yourself like that? I literally just saw you naked.”
I looked at myself and realized that he meant my arm draped across my breasts. I’d never been self-conscious about them, they were fine, but he was right, I always found myself quick to put something on after we were done. The fact that he’d picked up on it unnerved me. It meant that he was studying me, like before.
“Not sure. Maybe I’m worried I don’t measure up to what you’re used to.” I said it as a joke, but the moment it was out ofmy mouth I realized that there was a grain of truth to it. Zadie’s breasts were perfect enough to make a career out of showing them off.
“Stop.” Andrew said it softly but his expression darkened. “That stuff doesn’t matter to me.”
Okay,ouch.
It was a verbal paper cut, minuscule in the scheme of injuries yet painful enough to ruin a day. He could’ve countered with saying that I was beautiful, or that he loved my body, but no, he claimed looks weren’t even a consideration for him. So why had he screwed his way through the most beautiful girls at school? I couldn’t recall a single ginger-haired, strong-jawed, modest-breasted woman in his body count. It made me feel small to admit that part of me wished that Andrew was with me because he thought I was hot too. I rolled onto my stomach, feeling even more exposed by the way he was looking at me.
“Well, it clearlydoesmatter to you, otherwise you wouldn’t have dated a swimsuit model for two years.”
“Oh shit,” he mumbled in an annoyed voice that sounded way too familiar. “Here we go.”
I frowned at him as worry kicked up inside of me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I had a feeling Zadie was going to come up eventually. And she’s afitnessmodel, not a swimsuit model.”
“Well, that’s even worse,” I snorted, reaching over the side of the mats for my discarded T-shirt. I slipped it over my head and crossed my arms over my chest. “She gets paid to look goodandwork out.”
“Hold on, hold on, what’s happening here?” Andrew sounded a little panicked.
