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How do I turn it on? Ah, duh. Little switch on the side. It’s brand new, and I can only assume Anton just bought it. It’s small. Perfect for my hands, but would look like a toy in his meaty fists.
I flick the switch and get used to the new tool. After a little while, Isaiah turns the music on from his truck and turns the volume up to be heard over the ruckus of the building.
I’m on my hands and knees when I turn the tool off and wipe the sweat off my forehead. I hear a choke, then coughing. I look back to find Anton coughing up the water he must have just taken a drink of. Isaiah slaps an open hand against his friend's back, and when both men turn to me, I frown.
“You okay?” I ask, and when their eyes both flick to my ass, my eyebrows shoot up. Oh. Oh! I shift until I’m sitting on my ass and then refuse to look back over at either of them for the next hour.
Around noon, I’m more hungry than I am embarrassed, so I jump up and face the men.
“Hungry?” I ask, but I can’t manage to make eye contact.
“Yeah, I brought some stuff, let me grab it,” Isaiah says. And I look up to see him grabbing a cooler from his truck.
He follows me into the house, and I busy myself by pouring three glasses of lemonade.
“Be there in ten,” Anton calls, as Isaiah puts the cooler down, before pulling items out one by one.
“By the time he’s done, you’ll have a fully renovated cottage,” Isaiah says, smiling.
I nod, feeling shy now that it's just the two of us. When he’s done, he starts walking around the living room, looking around. I think he’s cataloging what needs fixing, and I can’t help but watch him as I sip my drink.
Isaiah freezes, eyes glued to the couch. I frown, searching for what’s got him tensing up. That's when I see the hoodie. His hoodie.
I panic, which means I just freeze up. I watch as he walks over and lifts it, then turns to me, eyes wide.
“Sapphire?” he whispers, and I just stand there like a deer caught in headlights. “I knew you stole this,” he smiles, then frowns. “Why?”
“I don’t know,” I mumble because I don’t really know what else to say. Not the truth. But I don’t want to lie…
“I do,” the look he’s giving me makes me shiver, and I swallow thickly. He takes one step toward me before Anton walks in, snapping the tension like a rubber band.
I spin away from Isaiah, put my drink down, and then flee.
“I’ll be right back, you should eat!” I lock myself in my room and nearly pass out from breathing so rapidly. I drop to the floor of the room and cover my face with both hands.
Memories of the way Isaiah touched me bombard my mind. The feel of his lips on my skin, of the way he slid inside me, fucked me…
I bang my head against the door, fucking hell.
“Hey, Saffie. I have to go to the store real quick. I’ll be right back!” Anton says with a knock on my door, and I jump to my feet, swinging the door open. At least he’s wearing a shirt now…
“Now?” I sound way too panicked.
“Yeah, we’ve made great progress. I just wanted to go grab the stain, so you could get started on that…” Anton frowns. “Are you okay?” he asks, and I nod.
“Just, you know, hot…” I try to laugh it off, only to sound unhinged.
“Isaiah is going to help you finish sanding while I'm gone. Shouldn’t be gone more than an hour.” An hour?! Fucking hell. How far away is the hardware store?!
“Sounds great!” I smile, and as he walks away, I slam my door shut with way too much force.
I hold my breath as his truck pulls away. Do I face Isaiah, or do I keep hiding?
“Open the door, baby,” Isaiah’s voice is low and instantly reminds me of that night… I shake my head, but he can’t see that.
“I can’t,” I say.
“I’m coming in,” he announces, as my door swings open. I’m pressed against the opposite wall, eyes wide as I breathe heavily. Anton was dressed, why is Isaiah still shirtless?
