He lowered the comic in his hand and stared up at me through those thick black frames that sat on his nose. His hair had gotten longer recently, the shaggy look being way too scrumptious for me to handle, and I think he’d noticed that I enjoyed his facial hair a little scruffy because he’d stopped shaving it all over every day.
“Are you okay?” he asked, the concern clear in his voice.
I cleared my throat and tried to muster up words. Why was this man lying across my couch in these damn sweats, the smallest bit of his abs popping out, and those fucking glasses the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed?
“Since when do you…um…wear…” I stumbled over the words as my hand came up and started pointing towards the black frames on his face.
“Glasses?” he questioned with a soft chuckle. “Since I was like thirteen? I got contacts in high school, and I normally only wear the glasses to give my eyes a break at night.”
“Oh, right. I mean…yeah,” I stuttered as I sat down on the end of the couch, taking a small sip of my coffee to keep my mouth busy.
He set his comic on the coffee table and sat up next to me, his body turned towards me, a knowing smirk on his face.
“Do you like them?” he asked softly, his fingers now running up my bare thigh.
I was dressed in one of his t-shirts and a pair of boy shorts.
“I mean, sure. They’re…nice,” I swallowed again, my throat feeling dry, and nothing was helping it right now. “You seeing and all, that’s nice.”
The corner of his mouth tilted up, and it was then that Iknewhe knew what I was thinking. “Hm, it is nice to see. Especially when it’s to see my girl blushing like a teenager caught with her first crush under the bleachers. Lucky for you, we have to get going anyway. So later, be ready to explore this little newfound craving of yours.”
My eyes bounced over to him. “Where are we going?”
He smiled his normal, happy-go-lucky smile. “Yoga, little flame. Go get dressed.” I stood up, and he smacked my ass. “Unless you want to stay like this. It’s fine with me.”
I rolled my eyes. “I get the feeling that my attire wouldn’t be appreciated in class, Wyatt.”
His eyes felt like fire as they roamed up my body until they finally met my own. “I’d fuck you in the middle of class and let them all watch, Ember.”
Once again, my throat was tight, and my heart rate sped up at the idea of it all.
“I’m going to get dressed.”
“Good idea, beautiful.”
I glanced down to see his sweats tenting, and I forced my legs to carry me into my bedroom so I could get changed.
The idea of him fucking me in front of a bunch ofstrangers shouldn’t have this effect on me, yet the last time? Fuck, nope. Not going there.
Clothes. Internal freak out over my preferred kinks later.
He tookoff his slutty little glasses before we left, thankfully. I wasn’t sure what would happen if I had to look at him all morning in those damn things. I’d surely drop to my knees for him, and it would just be…yeah. Couldn’t go down that path again. I didn’t have a spare pair of panties with me.
“So what exactly is the plan right now?” I asked as I climbed out of his SUV. He glared at me for a moment before shaking his head—probably annoyed that I didn’t let him open my door, but oh well.
“We’re at yoga,” he replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Obviously, but what areyoudoing here?” I threw back.
“You’re not going anywhere alone, so we’re here. At yoga. Which you love and enjoy. So let’s go. Don’t want to be late for my first class.” He walked ahead, opening the studio door for me, a boyish smirk on his face.
He’d gotten changed after I did. When he came out, his hair brushed, contacts in, wearing a pair of black basketball shorts and that same white, cropped tank as before, I wanted to cry in a puddle of needy, horny mess. He’d just chuckled at me and told me I looked hot in my mint green leggings.
As we walked into the studio, my favorite instructor was there behind the counter, smiling.
“Good morning, Ember!” Sandy said excitedly. “And you must be Wyatt.” Her eyes looked over my shoulder at him, and I felt the confusion sink into my gut.
Wyatt’s hand came up, wrapping around mine as we continued towards her. It annoyed me how much the warmth of his embrace steadied and calmed me. My body had never reacted to anyone the way it did to him, but here we were.
