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Yeah, I was back. Like a bad fucking smell that seemed to follow her around.
“Uh, yeah, I’m back.” Shaking my head, I pulled her bag off my shoulder and held it out for her. “You forgot this in my car again.”
“I’m so sorry.” She blushed the most adorable shade of pink. “Were you knocking for long?” She reached for her bag and then heaved it into the house. “I was in the shower.”
Yeah, I could tell.
Her long hair was loose, flowing down her body in damp curls, she was wearing a white vest and the tiniest pair of pajama shorts I’d ever seen in my life, and all my brain could register was bare skin—way too much bare skin.
“Don’t be sorry,” I said gruffly, trying to focus on my words and not my wayward thoughts. “And no, I just got here.”
“Well, thanks for bringing it to me,” Shannon said, dragging my attention back to her face. “I didn’t even notice. I would have been in a major panic in the morning.”
“Again, it’s no bother,” I replied and then proceeded to stare at her like a fucking tool.
Well, this wasn’t awkward at all.
Move your feet, Johnny.
Leave the girl alone.
“Do you have training this evening?” she asked.
Yes.
“No.”
“Do you want to come inside?” she offered nervously.
My brows shot up. “Inside?”
She bit down on her bottom lip and shrugged. She looked unsure. Like she shouldn’t be inviting me into her house.
“Do you want me to come inside?” I asked with a frown.
She nodded shyly and opened the door inward. “If you want to?”
Don’t do it, lad, my brain warned. Don’t put yourself in temptation’s way.
Against my better judgment, I stepped inside.
Shoving my hands in my pockets, I watched as Shannon quickly locked the door again.
I focused my attention on her and not my dilapidated surroundings. The place was tidy, but the walls badly needed replastering and a fresh lick of paint.
“There won’t be anyone home until evening time,” she announced as she led me through the short hallway and into the kitchen.
That was not good information. Not good at all.
“Would you like a can of Coke?” Pulling open the fridge, she retrieved two cans and smiled. “Joey’s addicted and he always buys the real brand stuff.”
She held a can out to me and I shook my head.
“I can’t drink that,” I replied, and then felt like a tool when her smile fell.
“Oh.”
“I want to,” I quickly assured her. “But I’m in training.”
