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“I’m not a kid anymore, Ashton.”
Finally, he looked into my eyes.
“Oh, I know,” he rumbled matter-of-factly.
And that was it.
“Now, get outta here, or get schooled on a classic,” he said, shifting a little to make some room beside him.
I wanted to curl up next to him, absolutely, but that was what a kid would do. I wasn’t a child and I didn’t want him to see me as one.
“Goodnight,” I told him while slipping back out of the room, closing the door silently behind me.
Hurrying to my bedroom, I locked myself away inside and found myself breathless again. I pressed my hand against my chest and felt my heart pounding again, and it wasn’t just because I’d run ten feet down the hallway to my bedroom. The low grumble of his voice had done something to me that I wasn’t ready to fess up to, but the dampness between my thighs was loudly calling out my denial. Looking down at my trembling fingers, I realized that my arousal had betrayed me, because my nipples were sticking out loud and proud through my thin tank top. Had he seen? Maybe he hadn’t noticed. Even if he had, it wasn’t like I was someone he would ever be interested in. He was Dad’s best friend, which basically meant he was an uncle.
Not going to lie, just that thought had my stomach roiling with nausea. Never before had I considered him anything other than Dad’s hot friend. But now?
Fuck, I was screwed.
Chapter 2
Freya
One week.
I’d been tortured through an entire week of being constantly and awkwardly aroused. And in that time, Ashton had gone from limping from place to place to striding with confidence, albeit, he was a little slower than usual.
Also, abs.
Can we talk about abs for just a second?
His abs were a freaking washboard. Like, ridges you could really rub filthy, filthy laundry on.
Ugh.
All I knew was the first time I’d seen him shirtless was three days ago when he’d been walking from the shower back to his room wrapped in nothing but a towel…and holy shit! I legitimately choked on my tongue for a full ten minutes. Mom had asked me why I’d looked so green, but I wasn’t able to answer because I would’ve looked like one of those Saturday morning cartoons with big bulging, heart-shaped eyeballs.
Needless to say, I’d avoided the hallway when he took his morning showers. Hell, I’d avoided him in general since that first night. Especially because I could feel his eyes on me when we were in the same room. Or maybe I was making that up because I was really, really attracted to him.
Hm, maybe I just needed to get laid.
I snorted at my own thoughts, as if I was the kind of individual that could just go out anywhere and find someone to ‘get laid’ with. Anytime I had sex, it was with a long term boyfriend, longer than six months. And as it turned out, there had been a whole two long term boyfriends in my life, both of which had moved on shortly after the six month mark.
“At least have some breakfast before heading in to work,” Mom said while I stared blankly into the fridge. “You’re always skipping meals, and I hate when you go hungry.”
I laughed, motioning to the pudge around my belly.
“Yeah, I’m not starving to death, Mom,” I told her, poking said pudge so she could see.
Oooohh shit. So Ashton could see too, evidently.
My face reddened immediately with embarrassment while Mom put her hands on her hips, getting ready for that self-love talk that was always at the tip of her tongue.
“You are beautiful,” Mom started, revving up.
I put both my hands out to stop her from adding to my mortification, but as any child knows, there’s no fucking stopping a mother on a mission.
“Say it with me, ‘I am beautiful, strong, resilient and smart. I am worthy. I am lovable. I am perfect how I am, but always striving for better’.”
