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“After everything you’ve done to me, you should be.” Carter begins to charge toward Cody, but I step between them.
“Carter, stop,” I plead with him.
His eyes remain steadfast on Cody. “Stay the fuck away from her. And from me, for that matter.”
Carter storms toward the back door, and I call after him, but he just keeps going.
“Looks like it’s just the two of us,” Cody says with a coy smile on his face.
“Looks like you’re on your own,” I say, tossing the towel in my hand at him.
Chapter14
Carter
Standing in the doorway of Lexie’s room, I can’t help but stare at her. She looks so peaceful lying there asleep. Only a few days ago I would have been beside her, with my one good arm draped over her. The sight of her, the sounds of her breath, they’re like a perfect lullaby, drawing me in and making me feel hazy.
As much as I would love to crawl into bed with her and wrap my arms around her one thing has become very apparent—Lexie is off limits. Looks like I can another thing to the list of lines I won’t cross—no married women and no coach’s daughters. As much as I hate it, Lexie certainly fits the criteria for rule two.
My fingers reach for the lights and flick them on.
“Rise and shine.”
Lexie covers her head with a pillow.
“Carter? What time is it?”
“Time to get up.”
Her barely open eyes look at the clock next to her bed. “It’s not even four yet.”
“I can’t sleep. I want to go to the gym.”
“Yeah, well, I’m sleeping.” She pulls the covers over her head.
I pull the covers off her. Completely.
Fuck me. That was a huge mistake.
Lexie’s curled up in a ball, wearing nothing but boy shorts and a tight tank top. The sight has my dick instantly standing at attention. When she tries to pull the covers back, I yank them clear off the bed. No way in hell am I passing up a chance at this visual.
“Hey,” she scolds as she sits up.
“You’re my therapist, and I need therapy. Let’s go.”
Why the hell am I fighting her so hard on this? Why didn’t I go to the gym by myself like I’ve done before? I look at Lexie, her eyes sleepy, her hair a mess. That’s why. I don’t need the damn gym. I need her, regardless of how much I want to deny it or that it can’t happen.
“Fine.”
My eyes never leave her as she gets out of bed and extends her arms in the air to stretch. My gaze drops as her tank top rises almost enough to give a peek of her perfect tits.
“Carter!” Her hands come to rest on her hips.
“What?” I ask her when I notice her staring.
“You’re an asshole,” she says, bumping into me as she walks to the closet. “Get out so I can change.”
I can’t seem to bring myself to move. I hear here mumble the word “fine” but have no clue what she’s referring to… until I see the tank top slide over her head, her perfect tits on glorious display right in front of me.
