The pancake starts to bubble, so I flip it before responding.
“If there’s any leftover batter when I’m done, you’re more than welcome to make your own, Carter.”
His mouth opens and closes, clearly unable to find any words. Good.
I meet his eyes, raising a brow. “So, are you going to get me those toppings or what?”
Wordlessly, he turns to get me my lemon juice and sugar before walking back and placing them on the counter beside me.
I remove the pancake from the pan before turning and wrapping my hand around his bicep, leaning into him.
“Such a good boy, Levi.”
I see his skin slightly flush red as he moves, obviously trying to create some distance.
“I’m going to go shower.” He mumbles walking out of the room.
I smirk to myself while topping my pancakes. He is too easy.
I sit at the bench before digging in, finally feeling real peace at last.
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LEVI
I brace both my hands on the edge of the sink, staring at my reflection through the mirror. My cheeks are flushed, pupilsblown and chest heaving slightly. And my pants incredibly tight around my groin.
Such a good boy, Levi? Seriously? I hate that, but I hate how it made me feel even more.
I drag a hand through my hair. I had to get out of there. Just the thought of her standing there in that oversized tee that was slightly falling off her shoulder and hair pulled up all messy exposing a neck that I desperately wanted to kiss. Emerald green eyes, and those pink pouty lips. It was driving me insane. I can’t remember the last time I’ve wanted someone so badly.
I couldn’t trust myself with her at that moment. And that’s dangerous.
The risk is too high. Coach would kill me if I ran her off, but also, she would be the worst kind of distraction. I can’t afford that right now. I’ve got too much to lose.
The pipes groan softly as I turn the nozzle, the cold water spraying from the tap.
A cold shower is exactly what I need to get out of this funk.
I strip down to my boxers palming my hard dick to try and ease some of the pressure. I tip my head back, closing my eyes.
Fuck.
Leaning back into the shower, I change the temperature to warm, the steam starting to fog the mirror instantly.
Maybe if I just get it out of my system, I won’t want her anymore. That makes sense, right?
I step under the spray, letting it wash over me. Trying to relieve some of the tension that she created.
I brace my hand against the cold tiles, my head bowing trying to will these thoughts away. She’s my Pilates Instructor. I try to force my mind to think about anything but her.
She fills every corner of my mind, increasingly so. I don’t know what to do with that.
My hand drifts down to my aching cock, wrapping my hand around the base before lightly squeezing to release some of the tension.
I exhale sharply, clenching my jaw as I scrunch my eyes closed, starting to jerk my hand up and down. My imagination fuels my desire as I picture Scarlett down on her knees before me. How well those rosy, pink lips would take my cock. How her face would look coated in my cum.
“Fuck, Scar.” I mumble as I start to move my hand faster, my breath hitching as I feel the familiar feeling coiling tight in my abdomen.
