I push again. She leans into the resistance. Her body angles forward and from this angle I can see straight down her scrub top. The swell of her breasts over the top of her pink lace bra nearly makes me come undone. She always did like pretty underwear. I used to peel it off her with my teeth.
I close my eyes and think about defensive formations. It doesn’t work. I move onto cold showers and Landon’s smug face. I think of anything except how badly I want to yank her down onto this table and find out if she still tastes as sweet as I remember.
“You’re tensing in your hip. Relax.”
Easy for you to say. You’re not the one with a raging hard-on.
Her hand moves higher on my thigh, adjusting my position, and her pinky grazes the edge of my shorts. I can’t help the sound that escapes my throat. It’s somewhere between a grunt and a groan. It makes her hands freeze.
Our eyes meet.
For one charged second, something flickers in her gaze. I think it’s heat or hunger. It’s the same desperate wanting that’s been eating me alive for weeks. Her eyes dart down, just for a split second, and I know she sees exactly what she does to me. The thick outline of my manhood straining against my shorts is impossible to hide.
Her cheeks flush crimson.
Then she blinks, and just like that the mask slides back into place.
“Five more reps.” Her voice is slightly unsteady. “Then we’re done for today.”
I do the reps. I don’t push my luck. But I don’t take my eyes off her either, and I catch her watching me when she thinks I’m not looking. Her gaze traces over my chest and lingers on mytattoo with her signature beneath it. Then she drops lower, just for a heartbeat, to where I’m still painfully hard.
Her eyes drop for half a second and that’s all it takes to give her away. She wants me. She can deny it all she wants, but her body remembers mine.
I just have to figure out how to get her to stop fighting it.
CHAPTER 8
DELILAH
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HURRICANE DELILAH UPDATE: YES IT’S NAMED AFTER ME AND YES I’M TAKING FULL CREDIT
Okay besties, quick update from my bathroom because that’s where I go when my apartment shakes. Don’t judge me.
Hurricane Delilah, iconic name, by the way, is about to make landfall. The whole town is on an extended weekend. Hope you have five days of food because nothing's going to be open and good luck getting insta-cart delivered in this weather.
Anyway, I have intel.
You know how Dr.Jessica Hartwell has been treating Griffin Callahan’s knee? Very much, “I will heal you, but I will not look at you with anything but contempt”? We’ve all been watching. We’ve all been obsessed.
Well…
My source at Hartwell Sports Medicine, and by source I mean the receptionist who follows me and DMs me literally everything, says that Dr.Hartwell left the clinic early today for a “home visit.”
A HOME visit. To Griffin Callahan’s house. On the day a hurricane is about to trap everyone exactly where they are.
The bridges are already flooding. The roads are closing. And Jessica Hartwell is currently stuck at her ex-boyfriend’s house while the storm of the century rolls through.
Can you even imagine? The tension? The proximity? The one-bed situation that I am MANIFESTING for them right now?
Okay the lights just flickered, so I need to go fill my bathtub and find my candles. But I will be monitoring this situation CLOSELY.
If anyone has updates, and I mean ANY updates do your thing. Did you see a car in his driveway? Did you see shadows in the window? Did you see them making out on the porch? Slide into my DMs immediately.
Stay safe out there. But also, stay messy.
