I shall not pine for my roommate and soon to be fake boyfriend.
I snap out of the spell I’m under, wiggle out of his hold, andtake a step back, distancing myself from my ex-boyfriend’s ex-stepdad so I don’t tip him off I was having unholy thoughts about him.
Kaz clears his throat.
I do the same.
He scans my body. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“No.”Only my bruised ego.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he revoked my fake girlfriend status after that.
“Give me a second and I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.” I wrap my arms around my body, conscious I’m not wearing a bra.
Kaz stops at the door. “If you want, I can go downstairs and get you a pitcher of water.”
“Water in. Water out. Too much water, and I’ll spend more time in the bathroom than in bed. Wouldn’t want that to happen. A girl needs her beauty sleep.”
“You’re sure you’re okay?”
I wince.
You’re such a dork. The man must think you hit your head.“I’m okay.”I’m a little awkward at the moment, but nothing that requires me to visit the ER.“A glass will do.”
“Be right back.”
My eyes land on his retreating form.
He’s changed to a pair of gray sweatpants that do a phenomenal job at showcasing his firm ass. And that white long sleeve t-shirt stretches over his bulging biceps, shoulders, and muscular back.
Kaz may no longer be an NHL player, but clearly, he still works out like a man vying for a Stanley Cup.
I approve.
Kaz returns in a flash.
He hands me theglass, and I gulp it down.
“Thank you.”
“No problem.” He points to the bed. “How do you like the book?”
I blush. “It’s a great read… There’s so much chemistry between the main characters.”And for a moment, I stepped into the heroine’s shoes and you were the hero and I was able to live out my SDILF fantasy.
Not sure if there’s such a thing as a ‘stepdads I’d like to fuck’ fantasy, but if there isn’t, I’d like to consider myself a pioneer.
“Glad I didn’t pick a terrible book,” he says.
You, sir, know how to pick good smut.
“Time to go to bed.” He jerks his chin toward the bed.
Time to find out which other contortionist-worthy positions are going to be explored.“Good idea.”
I expect him to walk out of the room, but instead, he makes his way to the armchair. He grabs the blanket, sits in the chair, and covers his body.
