Page 112 of Unsuitable

I audibly gasp.

Kas chuckles. “Don’t worry; he knows what he’s doing.”

He lets go of my hand and moves to stand behind me. His chest is so close to my back that I can feel the heat emanating from him.

His fingertips lightly touch my waist. That barely there touch sends my body into overdrive.

He’s not even touching skin, but I can feel his touch like he’s burned through my clothes.

I’m watching this guy move over the equipment like he’s some kind of acrobat. But his acrobatics aren’t the reason why my heart is beating faster or why my body feels like it’s breaking out in fever.

It’s because of Kas. His nearness.

The guy jumps from a high board, about fifteen feet up, and I tense.

“You see how he evens his body weight out by spreading his arms?” Kas’s fingertips press a little harder against my waist. “That helps him keep his balance,” he explains.

The guy lands on his feet with only a slight stumble.

“It’s amazing,” I say, turning slightly to look at him. “And you do this?”

He nods.

“For how long?”

“Six years now.”

I feel like there’s so much I don’t know about him.

“So, I know you practice parkour, and you do MMA. Anything else I need to know about you? Crime-fighting superhero by night?” I laugh.

He does, too, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “No. I’m just me.”

“I like you,” I whisper.

His eyes darken. “I like you, too.”

Then, I hear him start to vibrate. Or I’m guessing that it’s his phone.

He lets out a sigh. “Sorry.” He pulls his phone from his trackpants pocket and looks at the display. There’s a shift in his expression. He looks uncomfortable. He swipes the screen and then puts the phone back in his pocket. “It was my mother. I’ll call her back later.”

“You could have answered,” I say.

“Once she gets on the phone, it takes ages to get her off.” He offers a smile. “I’m spending time with you. I don’t want any interruptions.”

He steps closer, and my breath catches.

Then, over his shoulder, I see a familiar face approaching us.

“Jude,” I say.

Kas turns.

“Hey, man.” Jude greets him. They do the manly handshake-hug thing. “Wasn’t expecting to see you here today.”

“I brought Daisy.”

“I can see that.” He gives Kas a look. “Good to see you again, Daisy.” Jude leans over. Placing his hand on my upper arm, he kisses my cheek.