I wait for the shyness to creep in. But even as he flops down beside me, his hair all sweaty and sexy. Chest glistening as he catches his breath. It still doesn’t come.
“I did it,” he says.
I just stare at him. I don’t think I have the capacity for coherent speech. How the hell is he speaking a second language right now? Does that ability come with practice? Or did he transfer the ability to understand German to me through sex?
“I made you say fuck.”
He looks at me and I burst out laughing. I can’t stop.
18
ELIAS
Ihaven’t been able to stop grinning since the second I saw Ben at breakfast this morning. He’s wearing a white polo and dark shorts and I can’t stop staring at his legs or the blush on his cheeks. He can’t stop grinning either.
“I thought we could get in a quick game before we leave for school this morning,” he says, dropping his gaze to his toast.
“Sure, that’ll be fun.”
Fun—I’m not sure I knew the full extent to what fun could be until last night.
I made Ben Harris say ‘fuck.’ Someone give me a plaque.
We headout to the court before his mother can come downstairs and immediately spot two people who had sex last night.
I let him walk ahead so I can admire his ass in his shorts. Allow my memory to wander. Flip through the million and one mental images I saved for future reference.
How is it possible men haven’t been lining up around the block for this man for years? Do they even know what they’re missing out on?
I bump into him when he stops in front of me. I wasn’t paying attention, and honestly, I didn’t want to be more than two feet away from him. It’s so hard not to touch him. Not to nuzzle my face against his neck. I know he likes that. Especially when I haven’t shaved. Which I definitely won’t be doing for a while.
“Sorry.”
He laughs, looks down. His cheeks are that cute pink shade I love on him.
I do a quick scan of the area before brushing a hand through his hair. His breath catches.
“You’re …”Beautiful.“Hot.”
“Pfft,you’rehot.”
“Don’t argue.” I take a step back before I completely lose my head.
“Go on the other side of the court,” he orders, pointing with his racket.
I pout.
“I think it’s a good idea if we have a net between us. No distractions.”
I light up at the way he blushes and turns his face away.
“Fine.” I climb over the net, hoping my shorts tighten around my ass and give him a show. He’s staring when I glance over my shoulder.Yes.I wink and he lets out a groan.
Somehow we manageto play a semi-competitive game of tennis before heading into our own rooms to shower and change for the journey. I have to take care of myself so I’m not pawing at him all the way back to New Jersey. I hope hedoes the same. I don’t want him to be distracted while he drives.
I look at my clothes, pack the grey sweatpants and opt for some ugly cargo pants that hide the shape of my body. He can thank me later.
Ben emerges in navy chinos and a fresh polo. His hair damp from the shower. Something churns in my stomach at how handsome he looks like that. How effortless he makes it all seem.
