Needing a minute, I turn the shower on to the coldest setting to blast my body before I step out and realise there are no towels. Picking my way across the slippery floor, I quickly open the door, and out of nowhere, there’s a flash of hair, a squeak and then Hayleigh’s face is pressed against my chest.
My bare chest. Because I’m stark bollock naked.
Neither of us is talking or moving, but someone needs to because all we need now is Archie bursting in at any moment to make this even more awkward. He’d find me, holding Hayleigh up with my junk hanging out, my cheeks blazing red, and my eyes closed so tight I swear I’m seeing spots.
This is mortifying. Maybe this isn’t real, maybe I slipped in the shower and banged my head, and this is all just some horrific nightmare.
Oh shit, it’s not a nightmare.Hayleigh gasps as her body shifts slightly.
“Hayleigh, I’m going to help you stand back up, then I’m going to need you to turn around and grab the towel from the bed for me, okay?”
Hayleigh nods as best she can before squeaking out. “Sure.”
“Okay. So on three. One…two…” I don’t get to three before Hayleigh’s feet slide backwards on the laminate flooring, thanks to the water I’ve been dripping all over, only now she isn’t standing at all as her knees hit the carpet and she jerks out of my grasp.
Bracing her hands on her thighs, she brings her face up and level with my now hardening dick.
Fuck me. Do not twitch, do not twitch…fucking hell, he’s twitching on his own.
What the fuck do I do now?
Hayleigh gulps as she whispers. “Holy fucking trousersnake.”
It catches me off guard, and I bark out a laugh before covering myself with my hands, which does absolutely nothing because I’m rock solid and not exactly small in this department. My cheeks are blazing because that look in her eyes is far from embarrassment, but then she quickly recovers and scrambles to stand.
“I was coming-I mean,enteringyour room to return your t-shirt…” She makes it sound like a question.
I can’t help but smirk. “You mean the one you’re wearing?”
She looks down at herself and, yep, busted. “Ha! Would you look at that? I forgot to take it off.” She spins on her heel and walks out.
“Hayleigh.” She stops when I call her, but doesn’t turn. “You know, it’s not very polite to steal someone’s clothes and then sneak into their room and listen to them shower.”
She whirls round, face red, hands on her hips. “I did not! I was merely there for…for two seconds! That’s it! Also, you said youdidn’t mind me stealing your t-shirts, or should I ask Archie for a spare?”
I bristle.
Over my dead, naked body.
“That’s not very funny.” I point my finger at her because, for some reason, the idea of her wearing Archie’s t-shirt has me breaking out in hives.
One thing Hayleigh loved to do when I first met her was to wind me up and watch me go, and that’s exactly what she’s doing now, but I can’t help but bite. Not because I’m annoyed with her, but because I’m seeing that sass come back that she lost after Pete the Prick, and it makes me feel fucking proud of her.
She lifts the hem of the t-shirt as she smirks at me. “Actually, I think I’m done with your t-shirt now, if you want it back, that is?”
Oh, is she calling my bluff?
I nod once. “Yep.” I pop the p, and her eyes widen ever so slightly.
She gulps. “Fine. Have it back.” With one swift movement, she lifts it over her head and chucks it at me, then stands there with her hands on her hips.
I don’t move, I can’t. Not when she stands there without a care in the world with the most perfect tits I have ever seen in my life, and fuck me, her nipples are pierced. My mouth waters, and I take a step forward, but she holds up her hand, and I halt.
Her chest heaves, and she’s flushed, but she closes her eyes for a moment, and when she opens them again, she covers herself and runs out of the room.
What just happened?
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