Or maybe I’m the one who’s frozen.
Becauseholy fuck, she looks like a dream.
Tight gray biker shorts hug every inch of her hips and thighs, leaving nothing to the imagination about the shape of her body or the soft dip between her legs where that pussy I enjoy burying myself in yesterday resides. A bright red sports bra barely contains her full chest, and her dark hair is pulled up in a ponytail that sways when she moves, strands sticking to her flushed skin like she’s still buzzing from her workout.
She’s glowing in a way that I’ve never seen before. And I can’t tell whether that’s from the sweat on her forehead or because she just looks so damn happy.
I suddenly remember I’m not alone in my staring. Travis, that motherfucker, is gazing at her like he just met his future wife.
Jealousy isn’t even a fair word for how I’m feeling.
“Oh, sorry,” she says, her voice shifting into something more hesitant. Her eyes flick to Travis, like she’s just now realizing someone else is in the room with us. “I didn’t know he was still here… I thought you’d already met with him.”
She shifts her stance, like she’s suddenly aware of how much skin she’s showing. Her arms twitch like she wants to crossthem over her chest, but it’s too late. Her nipples are already hard and doing that would draw more attention to them. I can see her weighing her options and deciding to leave her hands limply at her sides.
And fuck, I want to bite them. I want to drop to my knees right here in this living room and put my mouth on her pussy; make her forget about whatever the hell she came in looking for.
But I don’t. Instead, I force myself to stand up straighter, to swallow the bile that’s creeping into my voice.
“I thought Natasha might’ve told you. This was the only time he had available, and I wanted to get him in to check everything out so we could get a timeline for you. Sorry for surprising you.”
She nods, relaxing slightly. “It’s fine. I was just stopping by to grab a few things for tonight.” She steps forward and holds her hand out. “I’m Alessia Martinez.”
“Travis Breaker.”
She smiles as he shakes her hand. And I swear to God, I see the fucking fireworks between them. Like they’re in some rom com where the lighting shifts just right, and the background music swells, and it’s so obvious to everyone watching that something is about to happen between them.
I clench my jaw so hard I feel it in my temples. The filling I got at fifteen years old aches. If I don’t get out of here soon, I’m going to do something stupid, and I just got done giving myself a pep-talk about how I was going to be mature about this.
“So, yeah, I’m gonna head out,” I say, forcing my voice to stay even, leaving the door wide fucking open for her to leave with me and hating every second of this. “I’m good with what we discussed, Travis.”
Travis nods, obviously taking the bait that’s Aly’s pretty face.
“Yeah, can you take me upstairs, Alessia? I’d like to test a fewthings.”
She glances at me like she’s searching for something—permission, maybe. Or reassurance. Or a reason to stay.
I nod, forcing out words that taste like acid. “Do you want me to wait?”
“No, it’s fine. This is fine,” she says, convincing no one. She told me she couldn’t do this. I wanted to talk to her last night, and she told me no. She left.
She turns back to Travis, flashing him a bright, easy smile. The kind I’m not sure I’ve ever gotten. Is it genuine? Not sure. Am I reading too much into all this? I can’t tell. Does she think he’s attractive? I have no fucking clue.
“Sure. Right this way,” she says.
And just like that, I feel like I lose her.
I watch them disappear upstairs, my hands curling into fists at my sides, every muscle in my body screaming at me to do something.To stop them. To say something, anything, that will make her look back at me the way she just looked at him. I want reassurance. I don’t want this.
But I don’t do anything.
Instead, I turn on my heel and head straight for my bike.
Because I already know how this ends.
He’s going to ask her out.
And she’s going to sayyes.
