“Your lips are blue.” Her teeth are chattering. “How do you feel?”
“Cold.” Andi grips the side of the tub and hauls herself to a standing position. I try not to notice how her green shirt clings to her body, revealing a sports bra underneath that does nothing to camouflage her hard nipples. Or how the water sluices down her muscular thighs.
Fuck.
A thousand comments run through my head, starting with “I can see that.” Instead, I look away, holding a towel out to her. She grabs it and then reaches for the robe that’s draped over my forearm.
When she’s finally decent, I turn my gaze back to her. I’m glad she’s covered up, but somehow, draped in my robe, her hair haphazardly piled on her head, secured with my hair tie, might be worse.
This is how I imagine she’d look after a night spent tangled in my sheets.
“My head hurts,” she says as she secures the sash around her waist. “Got any ibuprofen?”
“Follow me.” I nod toward the house, happy to have something else to focus on. We go back into my kitchen. Her teeth are still chattering. She’s never going to warm up in those clothes.
“Hang on, let me get you something to change into. We can throw your clothes in the dryer.”
I mutter, cursing myself all the way up to my room. This is going from bad to worse. She needs to leave. As soon as she does, I’ll whack off and never think of Andi Nichols in a sexual way again. This is simply a biological reaction and nothing else. Any living, breathing man would have the same response.
I am so not attracted to this woman.
I get her the bottle of Advil, grab a T-shirt and some shorts I don’t wear anymore because they’re too tight in the thighs. I bring them downstairs and put them on the bathroom counter for her. She follows me in, not leaving enough space in between our bodies. At this point, an entire soccer field wouldn’t be enough space.
“You’re all set in here. I’ll get you some water for the Advil.” I shimmy around her and close the door behind me.
I swear this woman is cursed. Everything about her spells disaster for me.
Chapter 21: Andi
If you’d asked me topredict how this visit was going to go, I’d never in a million years have picked anything remotely related to an ice bath. Of course, I hadn’t predicted helping myself to his home gym and wiping out on the treadmill in the process. But back to the ice bath ...
I’m kind of jealous of him. It makes sense that he has one. After a grueling game, it’d be nice to have a quick soak. I have nowhere in my apartment to put one.
That’s a first world problem for another day.
Right now, I’m nursing a probable concussion which is not even the worst of it. When I get home, I’ll unpack the disaster tonight was. And we haven’t even begun to figure out how to solve the initial problem.
