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My cheeks heat again and I nod.
“I’ll do your toes if you want,” he volunteers, and I swallow, and stare at him. Fuck a duck, why does he have to be so damn sweet? He used to paint my toes for me all the time when we were dating because I fucking sucked at it, but I loved having them done. I haven’t done them myself in ages so they’ve just remained untouched, and I hate it. I feel naked without it.
“Um, sure, yeah, that’d be nice,” I say. He smiles and kisses my temple and I can smell the spearmint toothpaste on his breath.
I finish my coffee and plop myself down across from Macy. She practically squeals with delight. She gets even more excited when I show her the bright pink color I’ve selected. It’s even more awesome because it’s got glitter in it, which is the bomb. What can I say, I love to sparkle.
I shake the bottle a little and start to pull out the brush when Cooper stops me.
“Can I?” he says. I swallow again. Shit, the way he’s looking at me is making it hard to breathe again. I nod and shift my gaze away from his. For a guy with such big hands, he’s insanely good at this. His hands are steady and sure and he does such a good job that I think maybe he should be a professional manicurist. The thought makes me giggle a little and he looks at me, raising an eyebrow and pursing his lips, which is no good, because that just makes me want to kiss him, and he’s already holding my hand so delicately as he finishes off with my pinky finger.
“What?” he asks.
“Nothing,” I say. It comes out as a whisper even though I don’t mean for it to. His eyes narrow, because he knows better, but he doesn’t press me. Then he switches hands. I look at them when he’s done. They’re bright and sparkly, and absolutely perfect, and I love them. I sit with my knees bent as he lays on his stomach and works on my toes. I can’t help my eyes wandering to the swell of his ass. It’s the perfect view.
Derick catches my gaze and chuckles. I shrug, grinning. Cooper is none the wiser.
After lunch we head back out to the beach for a couple of hours. Then I pass out on the porch swing for a bit, and when I wake up it’s time for dinner.
“So what are your guys’ plans for the evening?” Mom asks as we eat. Cooper has inhaled his food once again so he’s already finished.
“I’m gonna grab a quick shower,” I say, shoving some green beans in my mouth. I feel grimy from the salt water and sand, and I want to clean up before bed. “Then maybe watch a movie.”
Cooper leans back in his chair and stretches his arms out. “I could use a shower, too,” he says. “The movie idea sounds good to me.”
Macy smiles. “You two can always shower together. Conserve water and all that.” There’s a twinkle in her eyes, but my stomach is in knots now.
“Sounds good to me,” Cooper says, looking in my direction. He winks and I almost choke on my food, because hell, no. No fucking way. If seeing Cooper half naked gets me hard, there’s no way I’m getting in the shower with him. That is a line I am not willing to cross.
“I’m still eating,” I say, trying my hardest not to glare at Cooper. What the hell is he thinking?
“I can wait,” he replies, resting his hands behind his head, smiling at me.
I frown. This isn’t a fight I’m going to win and I know it. So I finish up my dinner and stand, and Cooper and I make our way inside. He winks at everyone else as he closes the sliding glass door. I clench my jaw since I’m out of sight. The second the bathroom door is closed I’m letting it out.
“Are you out of your mind?” I whisper shout. “There is no fucking way I’m showering with you.”
“Jesus, Wes, don’t hold back,” Cooper says, holding his hands up. “Does the idea of getting close to me disgust you that much?”
I blanch. “What? No,” I shake my head. “That’s not...I didn’t.” I run a hand through my hair. “Look, it doesn’t matter. I’m just not doing it, okay?”
Cooper crosses his arms over his chest. “I wasn’t expecting you to. Relax.”
Okay, now I’m even more confused. “What?”
He unfolds his arms. “Look, we can shower separately but still be in here together. They will never know the difference but it’ll still sell this whole boyfriends thing, all right?”
“Oh,” I say, and bite my lip. “I guess that makes sense.”
“But thanks for making it abundantly clear how you feel about me,” Cooper adds. I groan and roll my eyes as he steps into the shower, tossing his clothes out a moment later. Then the water starts and I sit on the toilet, thinking about the fact that Cooper is very naked behind that curtain.
And there we go. Hello, boner. But I can’t help myself. He’s right fucking there, and I’m picturing the water sliding down all those taught muscles, that smooth skin, picturing his cock, wondering if he’s hard at all. I almost whimper, and then smack my cheek to try and snap myself out of it, but it doesn’t work. My brain and my cock are driving down the road on the same one way street right now and the name of that street is Naked Cooper.
Naked Cooper. Naked, wet Cooper. Naked, wet, gorgeous Cooper. My cock is fully hard and I glare down at it.No! Bad! Down!When did I start talking to my dick like it’s a disobedient dog?Play dead!That one seems appropriate.
But when Cooper turns off the water and my dick is still at full mast, I start to panic. It’s not exactly difficult to spy in my athletic shorts. So when he reaches for his towel and then steps out of the shower a second later with it wrapped around his waist, I bolt off the toilet and into the shower so fast that I shove him into the towel rack.
“Jesus, Wes, what the hell?” he complains.
