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“Since you posed it as a question, then I’m good where I am. Thanks.”
She watched me, her arms a tight band across her chest. That tank she was wearing had raised and pushed her cleavage together. I tugged my shirt off to make things less awkward.
“You can stay, but we aren’t doing anything. We have to talk. What you did…it sucked, Liam.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, feeling confused as I watched her shift on her feet.
She let out one of those heavy sighs as her arms crossed, her fingers digging into the bottom hem of her shirt until it was being pulled over her head, revealing a strapless bra that pushed her tits up. My mouth went dry.
“I’m talking about the fact that you only seem to want me if Jeffery is involved somehow.”
Wait—that’s not—
She dipped her head, then her fingers were at the waist of her jeans, tugging on the copper button and pushing them down her legs, revealing a pair of black boy short underwear.
“So you wear a thong when you come to learn self-defense, but when you go out drinking with JefferyfuckingAkers, you wear shorts?”
Her face flushed pink as she tossed her jeans over her desk chair.
“Well, I wasn’t planning on getting naked with Jeffery—” She turned her back toward her closet but as soon as she said that she spun on her toes, her face pink and blotches scattered over her chest.
“Not that I was planning on getting naked with you at the gym either. I just mean, I wasn’t purposely trying to be sexy tonight. My gym leggings are the kind that will show underwear lines, that’s why I wear a thong in our lessons. Not because I had some plan to…”
I loved her like this. Flustered and blushing, suddenly shy and toying with the ends of her hair. She did that a lot—tugged, braided, curled around her finger.
“For the record, I don’t give a flying fuck about him. I wanted you before he was involved. I want you regardless of your relationship with him, but the fact that you weren’t wearingfuck-meunderwear, or even a matching set, tells me everything I need to know about where he stands with you.”
I slid my jeans off and then my socks, until I was in my boxer briefs.
“That seems a little presumptuous, don’t you think?” she joked, heading into her closet.
When Haley returned, she had a loose T-shirt on that went to her thighs. It was cute that she thought she’d be wearing that tonight.
“Your sports bra was black, it matched your black thong. There was a pink tag in the middle, where the bra zips. That tag was on the strap at your hip. You wore a matching set to the gym when we trained.”
She paused mid-step, her eyes going wide, her lips parting. It was either the truth I just dropped on her, or the fact that I was in just my boxers now. I smirked and pulled the covers back and slid into her bed.
She hesitated for only a second then walked over to the door and turned off the overhead lights. Padding back to the side of her bed, she clicked on the small lamp.
“I have a whole face routine, and my teeth…”
Stretching, pulling my arms back behind my head, I said, “Skip it tonight.”
Her fingers curled into the fabric of her T-shirt.
“My breath, it’s bad. Let me just—”
I tugged at her shirt and pulled her into the bed.
“I don’t believe you, let me smell.” My nose was in her neck, my fingers brushing her hair back. She laughed, trying to pull away.
“No, gross! Liam, I am not letting you smell my breath.”
I shifted until my lips were hovering over hers. “Then just let me taste you.”
She relaxed into me, but kept her face turned away.
“We shouldn’t…”
