God, she smells so fucking good.
Wyatt
You’re no fun, skip.
The water in the bathroom turns off which means Charlie will be out here soon. Not wanting to be texting these idiots when she emerges, I shoot off one last text.
No time for fun. We’re at the fucking Olympics. I suggest you start focusing too.
Three dots pop up indicating that one of them is typing again but I slide down on my screen and push the button for Do Not Disturb before throwing my phone on the bed.
My phone lands just as the door of the bathroom opens.
Convinced I can finally keep my shit together, I turn my head to see Charlie. The moment my eyes land on her fresh face and damp hair, all bets are off.
She is easily the most stunning woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Not a stitch of makeup, her cheeks tinged pink from the heat of her shower, and Charlie still looks more radiant than I’ve ever seen her.
When my eyes finally move from her face to the rest of her body, the air is sucked from my lungs.
Charlie is wearing a silk pajama set and it is impossible to tear my gaze away from her.
I shouldn’t be looking. I know that much even as my eyes betray me. She makes her way to the bed and it’s the worst kind of temptation. The silk clings and slips in the most tortuous ways, gliding over her pristine skin as she walks. Nothing about it is meant to be seductive, and that’s what makes it unbearable. My body reacts before my brain can, my dick standing at attention.
I catalog the reasons I can’t reach over and pull her to me like she's mine. She’s my best friend’s little sister. It’s too complicated. She’s too off limits. And yet my desire ignores every single one of them.
Wanting her doesn’t feel reckless or wrong. No. It feels inevitable.
And that’s what scares me the most.
Luke is staring at me in a way that has my pulse racing and thighs clenching. Maybe I’m just imagining it, but I swear I can see the outline of his hard dick in his jeans.
No way. That would be crazy.
Or maybe Liv is right. Maybe he wants me just as bad as I want him. I offered to go back to the Village to sleep but he was adamant about me staying herewith him. I can’t decide if that was a protective move or a selfless one to get me alone with him. There’s only one way to find out.
Ignoring my self-doubt, I flash him a seductive smile as I dry my hair with my towel.
“Like what you see, Luke?”
His eyes slowly trace my body from head to toe before he finally meets my eyes again.
“You’re beautiful.”
Two words. That’s all it takes for my world to stop turning.
Lucas Morgan just called me beautiful. Not only that, but he’s here with me. A world away from my brother. And we’re about to share a bed that’s far too small for the two of us.
“Thank you.” It comes out on a breath and Luke’s eyes flare with heat.
I don’t miss the way his hands clench at his sides, like he’s fighting the urge to reach out and touch me.
Don’t fight it. Touch me.
As if he can read my thoughts, he shakes his head. “I can’t.”
And then without another word, he makes his way into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
The click of the lock feels like a line being drawn. I saw the way he was looking at me. He does want me just as bad as I want him. But him walking away and locking the door, it felt final.
