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“So, you wouldn’t be pissed if someone asked about your sisters the same way Will’s asking about Devon?” I pull my jersey over my head.
“Course we would. You can’t say that shit in front of a girl’s brother,” Bennet says.
I look at Ryan again.
“I think they’re saying you can objectify a woman as long as you aren’t related to that woman,” he translates their ridiculous explanation.
“Exactly.” Carter and Bennet agree. I roll my eyes.
“And lay off the big brother shit,” Will adds. “It’s making you kind of an asshole.”
I don’t see how I’m the asshole in this situation, but the guys are right about me turning a blind eye to their antics before Sawyer came into my life, which means I need to do a better job of keeping it together, publicly and privately. I mean, over the weekend I was inches away from touching Sawyer’s face, and seconds after that I nearly kissed her. She’s making me feel all sorts of things I’ve never experienced before, and apparently, I’m shit at hiding that. If I can’t get it under control the big brother excuse won’t work for long, and I can’t do that to her.
“Enough of this shit.” Ryan barks as he reaches for his helmet. “We shouldn’t be talking about girls when we’ve got two more games to prove we belong in the playoffs. We’ve made it every year so far and I don’t plan to miss it my last year on the team. Got it?”
Everyone nods and exchanges fist bumps to show there are no hard feelings, but the truth is I’ve never felt as disconnected from my friends as I do at this moment.
Sawyer
Thealarmjoltsmeawake, and even though I’ve been living in this room close to four months, it still takes me a few minutes to remember that the unfamiliar furniture is actually mine.
Stretching my arms over my head to help my body wake up, I take a few minutes as I listen to the music. I can’t linger too long though. It’s a school day, and that means getting in and out of the shower before Wes is up, so I don’t get in his way.
I shut off the alarm and shuffle to the door, but the sight in the hallway stops me in my tracks. It's happening.
Wes, wrapped only in a towel, stands mere feet away. Just as frozen as I am.
Oh. My. God.
Wes’ body in clothes is something to marvel at, but shirtless, clad in only a towel, he literally takes my breath away.
My limbs are heavy, tingling with the awareness that I should move, but the only thing I’m capable of moving is my eyes, which roam over every inch of him. Broad shoulders, square pecs dotted with firm, pink nipples, the peaks and valleys of a chiseled abdomen, and the muscles below his waist that taper to a ‘V’ as they disappear beneath the towel. He’s like someone you see in a magazine. Or on a billboard. Only he’s standing right in front of me, close enough that I can see stray drops of water sliding over the muscles that rise and fall with each breath.
Still too transfixed to move I let my eyes drift up to his face, the slightly parted lips, the flushed cheeks, the eyes that are roaming over me. I’m suddenly conscious of the fact that I’m wearing next to nothing myself, just my sleep shorts and tank top, and that my own nipples are pebbled with awareness, which he can probably see quite clearly.
I feel my entire body blush under his gaze. Holy hell.
It’s the first encounter like this, and while some part of me wanted this to happen, I have absolutely no idea what to do now that it has.
“What are you doing up?” My voice sounds husky, my breathing erratic.
“I…” He clears his throat. “I had some homework to finish.” He licks his lips as his eyes drift lower. My stomach clenches.
“Before school?”
“I was too wiped out to do it last night.” His voice is raspy.
“What homework?” I fidget with the hem of my sleep shorts to give my hands something to do.
“Biology.” His gaze darts to my fingers. I hold them still.
“Oh.”
“You…uh…you need the shower?” He tries to look at me, but his eyes fall back to my hands. A shiver races up my spine, but instead of feeling cold I feel warm. Tingly.
“Yes.”
“Yeah. Okay. All yours.”
