It’s not what Ineed. And Ineedher.
Why the fuck did I think this was a good idea?
Why did I think I could handle being so close to her and not touch her… kiss her… fuck every inch of her?
For the past week, in between working at the shop, I’ve managed to work on the GTO for three days, and every day has been hell.
Every day that passes it’s getting hard and harder to resist the temptation to pull her to me and kiss her breathless. My harmless, friendly flirting that I do with just about everybody, isn’t so meaningless anymore. Not toheranyway.
As much as I shouldn’t be thinking about her the way I am, I can’t stop it.
I’m lying on my back underneath the car that’s raised up on the jack stands, some radio station playing in the background when I hear the distinct sound of flip-flops approaching. From where I’m lying, her face is hidden but all I can see is the miles of long, toned legs that disappear beneath a pair of ripped denim shorts. Christ, she’s a vision.
“Phew! I’m so hot,” Amy says, moving to stand in front of the fan that only seems to circulate the warm air even more.
“I’ve been told have that effect on people. My bad, sorry,” I joke, causing her to giggle.
“Do you want some of my mom’s homemade lemonade to cool us down?”
“Sure, that sounds nice.”
“Awesome, won’t be long,” she says, her flip-flops slapping against the ground as she disappears back into the house.
I wipe my brow with my forearm, and it comes back wet.
Is it getting hotter out here?It feels like a fucking oven, any hotter and I’ll be roasting like a fucking Thanksgiving turkey.
“Fuck this shit,” I mumble, slamming my spanner down on the ground with a loud clang and sliding out from under the car. The heat is stifling and I can’t take much more.
I strip off my t-shirt, drop it onto the floor and walk over to the hose that lies just outside the door. I was using it earlier to hose down some of the components and forgot to put it back.
I squeeze the trigger and douse myself in ice cold water, letting it soak into my hair and run down my face and body. I don’t care that my jeans will get soaked, I just want to stop sweating so damn much.
My body instantly cools under the water and I close my eyes, tipping my head back, enjoying the feeling of the cold water on my body. I stand there for a few more moments before shutting off the water, shaking the excess water from my hair.
A shiver works its way up my spine with the feeling of someone’s eyes on me. I already know who it is without even turning around.
“Enjoying the view?” I ask with a smirk, turning my body around to find Amy, armed with two tumblers of lemonade, her jaw hanging wide open. Her eyes scan up and down my body, and I feel my cock stiffen in my jeans under her gaze, enjoying the feeling of her eyes on me. “You can pick your jaw up off the floor now.” My grin grows wider.
Her mouth snaps shut, her cheeks blushing even more than they already have done in this heat, embarrassment flooding her face as she realises she was staring.
I love how she blushes. I love how much she’s affected by me, it’s almost as much as she affects me.
She adjusts her glasses, clears her throat and starts forward. “I... uh... brought you that lemonade.” She hands it to me, my fingers grazing hers sending sparks of electricity up my arm.
“Thanks.” I take a sip, watching as she fights hard to keep looking me in the eye and not move her gaze down over my wet, bare chest.
We head back inside the garage out of the scorching sun, Amy, taking a seat in her usual chair in the corner, and me on the driver’s seat of the GTO with my legs hanging out the door.
“Well, the car’s coming along great. Working my way down your dad’s list. You thought about the colour yet?” I ask, taking another sip of my drink.
“I was thinking maybe a deep green. Like... a forest green.”
“Anyparticular reason?”
She hesitates for a second before answering. “Nope, just like the colour.”
“Well, I think it’ll look awesome. I’ll speak to my guy and get him to put together some colour samples for you.”
