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Nodding, I tell her, “Grab the back of my shirt.”
We manage to get it over my head and off one arm.
“I’ll grab some baby oil!”
“Great. Can’t wait,” I mutter.
Lyla
There’s a huge, half-naked man hanging out of my bathroom window. Never in my life have I snuck in a boy, much less a bigger-than-average man.
As soon as Barrett gets free, he’s probably going to run like his ass is on fire away from me.
For now, though, he’s definitely not going anywhere.
Which is why I’m armed with a tiny bottle of baby oil. Here’s hoping a little goes a long way.
“Now or never,” he says.
“Right,” I agree as I pop up the top and squirt the slick liquid into my palm. Then, I reach over and start rubbing it into Barrett’s shoulder. His warm, smooth, hard shoulder covered in ink.
And like magic, his entire shoulder slips through the window.
“It worked!”
“Well, it’s a start, I guess,” he replies. “Let me try to shake off my cut and shirt.” He shimmies as much as he can until finally, he says, “There. It’s off. Rub some oil on my chest.”
Rub some oil on my chest.Those words do something to me. I’m not sure what or why, but I’m all in.
I have to squat down a little in front of Barrett’s lower body to get a good angle for his chest. I squirt more oil into my hand and then start rubbing while his face is right in front of mine. It’s awkward asshit, but I keep going until he tries to pull himself up and slips in a few more inches.
“A little bit more and I think I can turn sideways.”
“Right.”
I lean out to squirt oil right onto his upper arm, letting it run down between his body and the windowsill.
Barrett shifts around and is finally able to pull the rest of his upper body through the window. After that, it’s a dive to the floor so his hips and legs can follow.
“You’re in!” I remark as he lands with a loud thump on the bathroom floor in front of me.
“I’m in,” he agrees as he maneuvers until he’s kneeling, sitting back on his heels.
It’s the first time seeing him in good lighting without his shirt, and wow, he’s brawny. Why did I ever think he would be an easy fit through such a small window? He’s as wide in the shoulders as most door frames and ripped. His tattooed arms, his chest, his stomach in all their six-pack glory. The baby oil dripping down them only adds to their appeal.
The man came to my rescue after I fell down and then squeezed himself through a window for me. No one’s ever done anything that selfless for me before.
“Thank you.” I’m still kneeling in front of him when I thank him for earlier and for staying with me. I really didn’t want to be alone. I still can’t shake the fear or nervousness of being followed, even if it was my imagination.
“You’re welcome,” Barrett replies, his eyes locked on mine as if…as if he really sees me. “I’m hoping I can leave out the bedroom window, though.”
Smiling, I tell him, “If you can’t get them up, then you have my permission to smash one. I’ll just tell my dad someone tried to break in.”
“I’ll get it open.” His smile is confident and sexy as hell. “Do you have a first aid kit so I can clean up yourscrapes?” he asks.
“Ah, I think we may have one in the cabinet.”
I can reach the cabinet door from my kneeling position. It only takes a minute to rummage around inside before I find the kit under some towels.
