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I grabbed my bag as he dropped into one of the chairs, throwing his legs up on the other one. The look of him stretched out, all bare-chested and pants unbuttoned, was a helluva picture, and it stopped me in my tracks. For a moment, I was reminded of a night just like this, the night everything had changed between us and we’d become more than just friends…

But we weren’t even that anymore.

Blinking that image away, I slammed the bathroom door shut, making sure to lock it, and then set my bag on the counter. The man looking back at me was a mess: tired eyes, hair wet and sticking up all over the place, clothes plastered to my body uncomfortably.

Ugh.

I turned the water on as hot as it could go, peeled out of my clothes, and folded them as neatly as I could in a soaked pile on the counter. As I stepped into the shower, I heard Drew call out, “You better save me some damn hot water,” and shook my head. Part of me wanted to use every ounce just to piss him off, but the more rational side of me prevailed, somehow, and I turned down the water temp.

God, had anything ever felt so amazing? Bracing my hands on the wall, I stood under the steady stream and let it rinse away some of the agitation from the day. In all the stress about traveling and the car and getting a room, it had barely occurred to me that I was missing out on the opportunity with Viper, but there was nothing I could do about that right now. Only an act of God would’ve kept me away, and, well, that was indeed what it took. The storm would pass, I’d get there tomorrow, and I’d wrap the deal up with a great rest of the weekend. That was the plan. Of course, there was the minor, pesky detail of Drew’s being there too, but maybe he’d do himself a favor and fall off a cliff.

Okay, maybe not anything as morbid as that. It’d be a shame for that body to go to waste.

My eyes flew open, and I stepped back from the spray.

What the fuck?

No, absolutely not. I was not going there, thinking about Drew.

I tore open the packet of soap and began to scrub down, annoyed once again by this turn of events. How the hell was I gonna survive the next twenty-four hours with Drew, much less the weekend?

There it was again. Déjà vu.

A frat-brother trip to the mountains. Sharing a room with Drew. Getting myself off to him in the shower so he’d never know my dick was interested.

I never thought he felt the same way. He was the fun-loving charmer of the group; he got along with everyone, and there was never any shortage of girls hanging around. It had never crossed my mind he was keeping his shit as quiet as I kept mine.

My mind flashed back to that night, and this time I was powerless to stop it.

I wiped the steam off the mirror and looked at myself in disgust. If Drew knew what I’d been doing in here, he’d never be down to share a room with me. It’d been too much, though, to be so close to him and not act on what I so desperately wanted. So, yeah, I’d jerked off thinking about him in the next room in nothing but those low-rise jeans that fit his ass so well. Hopefully that would be enough to keep my erections at bay for the rest of the trip.

Or at least until the next shower.

Shit, I hadn’t brought my clothes in here. The thought almost made me panic, until I realized Drew wouldn’t be paying any attention to me. We were just two guys, and guys were naked all the time around each other at the gym, for fuck’s sake.

Stop overthinking it.

After drying myself off, I wrapped the towel around my waist and stepped out of the bathroom. The cool air was welcome after so long in the steam, but as I turned the corner, my eyes landed on Drew.

Or, rather, his eyes landed onme.

He was standing by the small table he’d dumped his bag on, pulling out a pair of shorts. But then he looked up at me…and the clothes fell from his hand.

The heat of his stare traveling over my body burned a trail in its wake. Holy shit. Was Drew checking me out?

The answer to that was a resounding yes, but for the life of me I couldn’t understand why.

All I knew was I couldn’t move, not even if I wanted to. Especially when I watched him swallow thickly as his gaze landed on the towel at my hips.

In the span of seconds the tension in the room had grown palpable, and I didn’t know what the hell was happening. Had I walked out of the shower and into another dimension? The electricity thrumming between us now didn’t make any sense. It sure as hell hadn’t been there before. Or at least not on Drew’s part.

Had it?

He’s not checking you out like that,I told myself.Don’t make it weird. Just go put some damn clothes on.

Before I could take a step, Drew was moving toward me, and the closer he got, the faster my heart began to pound.

What are you doing?I wanted to ask, but I didn’t trust myself to speak. If I did, the moment might end. He’d snap out of whatever was propelling him toward me, and I didn’t want that.

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