Read Online Make It Count by Megan Erickson - Free Book Online

always wanted you. Let’s retreat to my boudoir and consummate our mutual attraction . . .
    His lips were moving, and she snapped back to attention.
    “. . . It was acting up, so flush twice.”
    Yep, while she dreamed of writhing naked and sweaty in his sheets, he was telling her to flush the toilet twice. Awesome. Amazing. Not embarrassing at all.
    She mumbled something in the affirmative and slipped from his grasp, then shut the bathroom door quickly behind her.
    She gripped the sink and bent her head. This was crazy. She should break up with Max, but she hated breakups. And Max was safe. Sure it wasn’t anything deep, but she didn’t especially feel as if she wanted something deep—or that she deserved it.
    Max had been irritated with her lately, but really, he’d lasted longer than most guys. And every time she thought about breaking up with him, she remembered the safety of their easy, light relationship and backed off.
    When she finished using the bathroom, she opened the door to the sight of Alec standing outside, his arms crossed over his still bare chest, a shoulder propped against the wall. And he still hadn’t put on pants. He also looked impatient.
    He uncrossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Any trouble in there?”
    She clutched her hand to her throat in mock helplessness. “It was so scary in there without you, Alec. I didn’t know which knob on the sink was for hot water, and I couldn’t remember if I was supposed to pee sitting down or standing up.”
    He stared at her for a minute, and then his entire face cracked. His lips split into a huge grin which deepened the creases alongside his mouth and accentuated his cheekbones. A couple of his bottom teeth were slightly crooked and for some reason she found that incredibly endearing.
    And then he began to chuckle. Like the male version of a giggle. His shoulders shook and his eyes twinkled. He was like Santa, but Alec most certainly didn’t have a belly like a bowl full of jelly. It was a belly full of hard things that came in sixes. Or maybe eights. She wouldn’t mind unlimited access to his body for further examination.
    Kat pulled her eyes away from his abdomen and raised them to his face. He had stopped chuckling now, but hadn’t wiped the grin off of his face.
    He gave her a wink as he walked past her into the bathroom. “Next time, I’ll hold your hand and we’ll get through it together, Kat.”
    As the bathroom door shut behind him, Kat frowned at her hands, because yeah, it might make her thirteen, but she loved when a boyfriend held her hand.
    She sighed and walked back to Max’s bedroom. He was still asleep, but woke up as she dressed.
    “What’re ya doin’?” he mumbled sleepily.
    “I’m headed back to my place. I have some things I need to get done today.”
    He rubbed his eyes. “You okay walking back?”
    “Yep, I’m fine.”
    “Good. Call me later.” The bed creaked as he rolled over. By the time she closed his door behind her, he was asleep again.
    She trotted down the stairs and pulled on her coat as Alec emerged from the kitchen, a piece of toast stuck between his teeth. His hair was damp and he wore his glasses.
    Maybe he was hotter with his glasses on. They were kind of stylish, with thick, rectangular frames. They framed his face well. She needed to see comparison pictures or something. Maybe she could take pictures on her cell phone and then put it to vote among her roommates  . . .
    “Kat?”
    How long had she been staring at his face? Ooops. “Uh . . . yeah?”
    Alec gave her a strange look and shoved the rest of his toast in his mouth. “I asked if you were heading home?”
    “Oh, yeah, I am.”
    He gestured toward the door and pulled his car keys from his pocket. “I can give you a ride.”
    “You don’t have to do that.”
    He shrugged and opened up the door, waving her out. “I’m heading there anyway. I have a meeting.”
    “Well okay. Thanks.”
    Alec’s car was the definition of a