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to help me bring in the groceries. We put them away in silence. One of the things I appreciated about him was that he knew when he really needed to leave me be.
    My phone vibrated- a message from Wes. Common sense would’ve told me to hit the delete button without reading the message like I’d been doing the last few days, but I decided to look at it anyway.
    “Oh, God. Seriously?”
    Kevin stopped putting the food away and eyed me, but I paid him no attention. I almost punched the wall when I saw Wes’s message:
    I tried to call you in the store. You left your work badge. I can bring it to you if you want.
    I needed that damn badge to get into the building the next day. The center wasn’t in the best part of town, so we had a magnetic lock to keep strangers out during non drop-off/pick-up hours. I groaned before replying:
    No. I’ll come get it. What’s your address?
     
    My mood was beyond sour by the time I pulled up to his house. As I drove over, I realized that we should’ve met in a public place; I had no business at his house- no matter what the reason. And me at his house was exactly what he wanted. I wasn’t playing his games anymore. He needed to leave me alone.
    I pounded on his door after ringing the doorbell, arms crossed as I waited impatiently.
    “Hello?” I jumped when his voice chimed from the speaker on the intercom box by the door.
    I pressed the talk button and spoke into the microphone. “It’s me. Bring the badge down; I don’t need to come in.”
    Seconds later, I heard the lock click on the other side. I opened my mouth to start bitching as soon as he opened the door, but my mouth snapped shut once I saw him.
    My tongue dried as I looked him up and down. “T-that’s not how you should answer doors… It’s impolite.”
    My eyes locked on the towel that barely wrapped around his hips. It was a very little towel.
    Little beads of water delicately dripped down his chest and through the ridges of his defined abs. He was always fit in college, but nothing like this. I was still getting used to the six-pack. He was a gym owner; he had to look the part, after all.
    My skin flushed as I glared at the deep cuts in his hips. I bit back a smile. He was ticklish there; I used to love to trail my tongue on those cuts.
    I heard his voice and jerked my eyes back to his. “I’m sorry; what did you say?”
    One side of his mouth curled into a smile. His eyes darkened as he watched me squirm. “I said I’m sorry, I was upstairs in the bathroom. I didn’t expect you over so early. Come in, I’ll grab your badge.”
    He turned and walked away, and I knew I shouldn’t have gone in. But I did. I could have waited by the door. Instead, I followed him as he walked through his foyer and into his kitchen, watching a small bead of water run from his neck, all the way down his spine.
    I licked my lips as the droplet disappeared under the tiny towel. He turned to face me, and I diverted my eyes away from him once I spotted a very discernible bulge under the covering. I cleared my throat as I tried to stop the images forming in my head. After all, I was quite familiar with that bulge.
    “Would you like a drink?”
    “No. No, thanks.”
    He was obviously actively involved in the gyms he owned- his body was much larger than I remembered. Our couple of encounters since we re-connected at the wedding didn’t give me any access to much more than his package.
    He was huge: his shoulders were broad, chest puffed, and arms swollen. I felt a tugging starting to kindle between my legs as I thought of another huge part of him.
    His nipples were perked up from the cool air in the house, and I wondered if the thin layer of hair on his hard chest was as soft as I remembered. Sweat beaded my skin despite the air-conditioned house. He stepped towards me, my nostrils filling with the warm scent of Irish Spring.
    I coughed his smell out of my lungs and backed away. As I avoided his eyes, I looked at his adjacent family room