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door. I was halfway there when the door directly across from mine eased open and Parker’s huge form stepped out and faced me.
Oh God, I’m not stronger than this.
Nobody said I would have to face this .
This, as in Parker’s naked torso, staring me in the face.
He froze when he locked eyes with mine. I couldn’t help it. My attention immediately focused in on those abs, that six— eight? —pack.
Geez, he had certainly filled out over the years.
He had been fit back in college, but this was a whole new level of daaamn .
His skin was still that beautiful olive color, his chest was broad and strong, his sculpted pecs and muscular arms looked strong and powerful. His entire upper half was bare, his lower half covered by a pair of dark gray sweatpants. They rode low enough on his hips that I could see that perfectly defined “V” that framed his core. And even though those sweatpants were covering them up, I knew that those thighs of his were thick and bulging. Legs of a baseball player and I suddenly wished he was wearing his uniform.
And shit, I was staring.
My eyes flew back up to his when he spoke. “Ah, sorry. I didn’t realize you were up. I was just going downstairs to get a glass of water.”
I nodded when I couldn’t think of any words to say. His hand was gripping the back of his neck, messing up his tousled hair even further. I remembered that gesture being a sign of stress or apprehension for him. Or if he was uncomfortable. He had a boyish kind of grin on his face, like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and was trying to get away scot-free using his charm.
Then, his eyes traveled the length of my body.
The boyish grin was suddenly gone and replaced by something…darker.
Something that was quickly heating the space between us.
It was then that I remembered what I was wearing and all of sudden I felt very exposed. I always wore boy-cut panties and a baggy t-shirt to bed. I wouldn’t normally leave my room like this at my parents’ house, but I’d figured I would be in and out of the bathroom without seeing anyone since it was the freaking middle of the night.
But, oh no.
Parker had to see me this way.
And judging from his expression and his labored breathing, he wasn’t about to complain.
That sense of stepping into a sauna took over my entire body and a jolt shot straight through me, all the way down to my core. He still hadn’t taken his eyes off my legs.
“Jesus, Kinley,” he breathed.
I wasn’t sure if he meant for me to hear it or not.
“I-I just had to go to bathroom,” I stuttered and started to walk toward my room.
Parker blocked me, stepping right in front of me.
“When are you going to stop avoiding me?” he asked, that deep voice sending shivers down my spine, his breath tickling my hair.
“I’m not avoiding you.”
“Bullshit.”
My temper flared a little at that and I met his eyes. “What am I supposed to say to you? I think we said all we needed to say at the Fourth of July.”
“You might have,” he replied, his body leaning in closer to mine. I took a step back and he followed me. “I didn’t. Not totally. But I won’t bring any of that up again. I just want us to be…”
“What? Friends? ”
He took another step closer until I was pushed against the wall as he once again blocked my escape.
How the hell had I let him corner me?
Maybe it was because you were gazing into those brown eyes, like you did when you were a lovesick twelve-year-old.
“Yeah…friends. If that’s all we can be, yes. I’d at least like us to be friends.”
That statement confused me.
We could have been more years ago but you ruined it.
“I’m not sure we’d be very good at that,” I whispered, hoping nobody was about to come out of their room because our bodies were too close to be innocent.
“Why not?”
I could feel his warm breath grazing my cheek. He smelled of mint and it made my mouth water.
“Because there’s too much history
Oh God, I’m not stronger than this.
Nobody said I would have to face this .
This, as in Parker’s naked torso, staring me in the face.
He froze when he locked eyes with mine. I couldn’t help it. My attention immediately focused in on those abs, that six— eight? —pack.
Geez, he had certainly filled out over the years.
He had been fit back in college, but this was a whole new level of daaamn .
His skin was still that beautiful olive color, his chest was broad and strong, his sculpted pecs and muscular arms looked strong and powerful. His entire upper half was bare, his lower half covered by a pair of dark gray sweatpants. They rode low enough on his hips that I could see that perfectly defined “V” that framed his core. And even though those sweatpants were covering them up, I knew that those thighs of his were thick and bulging. Legs of a baseball player and I suddenly wished he was wearing his uniform.
And shit, I was staring.
My eyes flew back up to his when he spoke. “Ah, sorry. I didn’t realize you were up. I was just going downstairs to get a glass of water.”
I nodded when I couldn’t think of any words to say. His hand was gripping the back of his neck, messing up his tousled hair even further. I remembered that gesture being a sign of stress or apprehension for him. Or if he was uncomfortable. He had a boyish kind of grin on his face, like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and was trying to get away scot-free using his charm.
Then, his eyes traveled the length of my body.
The boyish grin was suddenly gone and replaced by something…darker.
Something that was quickly heating the space between us.
It was then that I remembered what I was wearing and all of sudden I felt very exposed. I always wore boy-cut panties and a baggy t-shirt to bed. I wouldn’t normally leave my room like this at my parents’ house, but I’d figured I would be in and out of the bathroom without seeing anyone since it was the freaking middle of the night.
But, oh no.
Parker had to see me this way.
And judging from his expression and his labored breathing, he wasn’t about to complain.
That sense of stepping into a sauna took over my entire body and a jolt shot straight through me, all the way down to my core. He still hadn’t taken his eyes off my legs.
“Jesus, Kinley,” he breathed.
I wasn’t sure if he meant for me to hear it or not.
“I-I just had to go to bathroom,” I stuttered and started to walk toward my room.
Parker blocked me, stepping right in front of me.
“When are you going to stop avoiding me?” he asked, that deep voice sending shivers down my spine, his breath tickling my hair.
“I’m not avoiding you.”
“Bullshit.”
My temper flared a little at that and I met his eyes. “What am I supposed to say to you? I think we said all we needed to say at the Fourth of July.”
“You might have,” he replied, his body leaning in closer to mine. I took a step back and he followed me. “I didn’t. Not totally. But I won’t bring any of that up again. I just want us to be…”
“What? Friends? ”
He took another step closer until I was pushed against the wall as he once again blocked my escape.
How the hell had I let him corner me?
Maybe it was because you were gazing into those brown eyes, like you did when you were a lovesick twelve-year-old.
“Yeah…friends. If that’s all we can be, yes. I’d at least like us to be friends.”
That statement confused me.
We could have been more years ago but you ruined it.
“I’m not sure we’d be very good at that,” I whispered, hoping nobody was about to come out of their room because our bodies were too close to be innocent.
“Why not?”
I could feel his warm breath grazing my cheek. He smelled of mint and it made my mouth water.
“Because there’s too much history
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