“What are we doing?” I find myself asking.
“I don’t know,” he mumbles as he shrugs.
“What do you want us to be doing?” I ask, my heart racing, unsure if I want to hear his answer.
He doesn’t say anything, and instead grabs a bottle of shampoo and bodywash before heading to the showers.
“Bennett,” I growl, stepping into angry and anxious territory.
He turns the shower on before shucking his boxers.
My mouth goes dry, and arousal trickles in. Shaking the fog of attraction from my head, I force myself to think clearly. “I asked you a damn question.”
“I’m not sure how to answer that.” He closes his eyes as the water soaks his body and hair.
I take a moment to sneak a peek and nearly choke on my tongue when I see that Bennett is, in fact, hard. Very hard.
“Your eyes on me are only going to make me harder,” he rasps.
My eyes dart back up to his, finding him watching me with hooded eyes.
My head and heart are a tangled mess.
I want him, so fucking bad.
“And that look, right there.” He gives me a small smile. “Is why I’ve been giving you space.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I raise my voice, stepping closer.
“You're confused. And that's okay. This is all new, and it’s a lot. Not going to lie, I was pretty confused at first myself.”
My brows furrow. “And what, now you're not?”
He starts to wash his hair, running his fingers through his dark brown strands. “No,” he says simply, not meeting my eyes before he closes his and lets the water rinse the suds away.
I wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I snap, growing frustrated with him. I’m trying to have a fucking conversation, but he’s being so damn cryptic.
“It means.” He runs his hands through his hair to get the last of the shampoo out. He runs his hand over his face, to wipe the water from his eyes. “I’m not confused anymore.”
My heart races. This could go either way. Either he’s not confused and realizes he doesn’t have feelings for me... or that he does.
The anticipation makes me want to crawl out of my skin as each second crawls by. I need to know. “What are you not confused about anymore?” I ask, chest thumping so hard I can hear my own heartbeat as I step closer.
“My feelings for you,” he practically whispers.
I’m aware of the fact that I’m fully clothed as I step into the shower. The water soaks me, but I don’t care. “And?”
We’re face to face now, water running down both of our foreheads as we stand still under the spray. I’m unable to look away, lost in the honey-brown of his eyes.
“I’m not sure if I should be the one to make the first move,” he whispers. “You’re going to need to be the one who does that.”
“Why?” I rasp.
“Because.” He licks the water from his lips, as his eyes search mine. “I’ve already had my heart shattered by you once before. I don’t think I could survive it breaking again. Not by you.”
And just like that, my whole fucking wall comes crumbling down.
