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Casper clears his throat, stretches out his legs, and downs the rest of his drink.
I can no longer look him in the eye because I’m sure he’ll see how turned on I am.
CHAPTERNINE
As much as I adore Freya, she’s a total traitor.
Five minutes after things took a turn for the weirder, she yawned and made her excuses to go to bed.
Leaving me alone with Casper.
Alone.
We have no referee, and I feel like I need to do something or say something after our ‘tongue talk’.
Maybe I should go for a run… or move country.
All I know is that still sitting next to him is making me itch all over.
He’s not so much as glanced in my direction since Freya left. It’s as if he’s alone in here. His rudeness is helping put the fire out, though.
I don’t know if he was turned on or disgusted earlier. Or disgusted that he was turned on. Either way, I want to make my escape, but I feel bad leaving him down here, which is dumb because he doesn’t need to be here. There’s this push and pull I feel whenever I’m around him that has never made sense, but I’m somehow powerless to get out of this cycle now.
“Casper, it’s okay if you want to go home. We’ll be fine here.”
Finally, he turns his head to look at me. I’m not sure what he was feeling before, but I recognise the anger staring back at me now. I bring out the absolute worst in him.
“I’m not leaving.”
“Okay. We don’t have spare bedding, but I have a thick blanket and four pillows on my bed. I only use two. Or I can get Imani’s, if you’d prefer. She wouldn’t mind.”
“Yours are fine,” he says too quickly, barely hearing my offer to get Imani’s things instead of my own.
“Huh. Not what I expected, but okay. I’ll be right back.”
My legs almost buckle when I walk upstairs. God, I need to get a grip and get him out of my house as soon as the sun rises.
As I walk past Freya’s room, I hear her on the phone, laughing quietly. So much for being incredibly tired. She’s on my shit list.
I grab two pillows off the other side of the bed and the blanket I’d thrown over my chair.
When I get back downstairs, I almost trip over my own feet. Casper is sitting on the sofa, shirtless. Shirt. Less.
Mercifully, he’s still wearing the grey joggers he changed into when he went home, though I’m not sure that’s doing much to cool the fire in my belly. Men in nothing but grey joggers is basically my religion.
I know he goes to the gym most days, butdamn,he’s in good shape. I pass him the blanket, semi-staring like a moron. His chest is cut from thick muscle, and the ridges between each ab beg to be licked. His V—goddamn—points down to a promise of something I know I wouldn’t recover from.
And you don’t want it.
I’m not sure if Casper catches me drooling, but he thanks me and tugs the blanket over his body quickly.
I clear my bone-dry throat and ask, “Can I get you anything else?”
He watches me in absolute silence, clutching my pillow in his fisted hands.
“Water?” I croak.
“I don’t need a drink, Ainsley.”
