She remembered. But she wanted to hear him say it.
He dropped his chin to his chest and stared at the carpet again.
“You said that I was saying you weren’t a serious driver with that stupid tweet. And that you had just as much hope and dreams and drive as I do and that you’ve worked really hard to get here.” He paused and drew a deep breath. “And I realized then what an asshole I’d been, and I felt like shit about it.” He looked up with a clenched jaw. “Okay?”
She swallowed. “Okay,” she said in a softer voice. “But I think my exact words were that I worked my ass off to get here.”
His eyes narrowed. “If you remembered what you said, why did you ask me?”
“Because I wanted to hear you say it,” she said, trying hard not to smile.
He stared at her a moment. Now not only was his jaw clenched, he’d fisted his hands, and she saw his chest rise and fall as though his breathing were picking up momentum. Looking at him made her wonder what the next words out of his mouth would be.
Suddenly he stood up, unzipped his suit, and slipped his arms out so that the upper part of the suit was left hanging off his hips.
“It’s fucking hot in here,” he grumbled.
Nico stared.
That undergarment shirt hugged him.
It hugged his chest. It hugged his torso. It hugged his arms.
It was like milk dripping over every ripple, every muscle, every everything.
It is hot, she thought, wiping beads of sweat from above her lip.
She knew the undergarment pants were made of the same material as the shirt.
She noticed how fragile his hips’ hold on that suit was.
It could slide down.
It might slide down.
Was it going to slide down?
If he kept walking back and forth like that, it was bound to.
Slide.
Down.
And if it did.
Got milk?
Yes, please.
Sliding down his legs. Sliding over his ass. Maybe even pooling in those dimples above his ass, if he had them. She wondered if he had them.He must have them, she thought, looking at his torso. There was probably some direct connection between a torso like that and above-ass dimples.
Thinking of his backside made her suddenly wonder about the frontside.
The milk would be all overthattoo.
The milk would be grippingthat.
Dripping overthat.
