Was it possible to get turned on just from hearing that a guy enjoyed reading your favourite book?
Now I could officially confirm that,yes, you definitely could.
As I soaped myself up in the shower, I imagined Ben’s hands roaming over my skin.
Ben was reading my book.
And he liked it. No. He said helovedit.
Fuck.
That was amazing.
What he’d said was true. I shouldn’t care whether or not he liked it because reading was subjective. But you still couldn’t beat the buzz of knowing someone enjoyed the same book as you.
Especially knowing that it washim.
Somehow the fact that he was a non-believer before and this book had converted him made it even sweeter.
It looked like he’d read almost a third of the book, which meant it wouldn’t be too long until Virginia and Rocco got down and dirty in his office.
Damn.
I wondered if Ben would be up for recreating scenes from the book like Jess told me Theo had?
My fingers slipped between my legs and I started touching myself.
Wait. What the hell was I doing?
I couldn’t start getting myself off in the shower when Ben was literally right outside. Okay, there were several metres between the bathroom door and the patio, but still. What if I came so hard I screamed?
Or worse, what if I called out Ben’s name when I did?
I needed to calm the fuck down.
And anyway, I couldn’t be having these kinds of thoughts about him. I was supposed to bepretendingwe were together, not acting like we were. Although something told me that if we were a couple, I wouldn’t be resorting to touching myself in the shower. I reckoned Ben would offer to do that for me…
‘Enough!’ I chastised myself before turning the temperature dial to a colder setting. I needed to cool off and get my head in the zone.
In just forty-five minutes I would come face to face with Trent for the first time in over a year and I needed to look amazing.
Yeah, I knew it was stupid. I didn’t want him back. It was more that I’d love to feel confident. Like afuck you and by the way, here’s what you missed out onkind of thing. After all, no one wanted to bump into their ex looking like shit, right?
Once I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel, I paused.
My underwear and clothes were outside. I should’ve brought them in with me. I couldn’t exactly get dressed in front of Ben. There wasn’t even a dressing gown to cover up with.
No big deal. As long as I tightened the towel around me, it’d be fine.
I opened the bathroom door and peeked around it slowly to see if Ben had come inside. The coast was clear, so I stepped into the bedroom.
As I walked towards my suitcase, I looked over at the patio area. There was a thin white curtain so I could see that Ben wasn’t out there. Oh.
I picked up my phone to see if he’d messaged and sure enough there was a notification. He’d gone for a walk.Phew. At least I could get dressed more calmly.
Once I was almost ready, I messaged him, conscious that he’d also need time to shower. I could carry on doing my hair and make-up outside the bathroom in the meantime.
A few minutes later there was a knock at the door.
