“You sure? I would’ve guessed you had better things to do than show me the basics of weightlifting.”
“You’d be surprised,” he counters with a grin. “Besides, I think you’re enjoying it too.”
That wasboldfor him,and I like it.
I wonder if there’s more where that came from.
“Maybe I am. But only because you’re so good at explaining things. Very logical, Mr. Personal Trainer.”
“Logic is my strong suit,” he says, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “But I think I’m enjoying this a bit more than I should. Does that make sense?”
Bloody hell.
“Perfect sense,” I whisper back, my heart pounding. “Just like cause and effect.”
“Exactly,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing my skin again, sending another shiver down my spine. “Do A, achieve B. Simple as that.”
“So what’s B in this scenario?” I ask.
Please let it be your hands on me.
“Let’s just say it involves spending more time together,” he replies, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that takes my breath away.
“I think I can handle that.”
I hope I can handle that.
“Good,” he says, his smile matching mine. “Because I’m not planning on letting you go anytime soon.”
His words send a thrill through me, making me realize just how much I’ve been craving this connection—him.
But it’s notjusthim, which could lead to complications, after all.
It’s late,well past midnight, and the apartment is quiet.
Grey is in bed, Morgan is in bed, and Misha fell asleep on the couch after dinner. I’m alone in our home office, sitting in front of the monitors. Sleep eludes me, my mind buzzing with thoughts of Amelia.
Her smile, her laugh, the way her skin felt beneath my fingers.
The way she made me feel alive like I was floating.
So, I sit here, staring at the dark screens of her apartment, writing her a letter I will probably never give her. I write how the day of our coffee date has been the best day I’ve ever had and how I can’t wait to have so many more best days with her. I describe how it felt to kiss her cheek and touch her skin.
How I feel drunk on her presence. And like a drunk person, I get bold, but I also speak the truth.
I’m not planning on letting her go anytime soon.
Or ever.
The light flickers on the screen in front of me, and Amelia walks out of her bedroom, dressed in a short pink pajama set that shows off her long legs. She looks adorably rumpled but not like she’s been sleeping as she gets herself a glass of water before walking over to the couch and slumping down.
I reach out to grab the microphone and ask as Jamie, “Amelia, something wrong?”
She jumps a little but then sighs. “No, I just can’t sleep.”
“Why?” I ask, already feeling concern creeping in.
Did I say something stupid today?
