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sandals and followed Jesse to the kitchen where we found Reed, reading the paper and drinking coffee at the counter.
“Hi,” he said, putting the newspaper down. “Was wondering when you guys were going to wake up.”
Jesse put his arm around my shoulders and smiled. “Sin was feeling frisky this morning.”
Reed grinned. “Is that so?”
“Oh yeah. This girl is insatiable,” answered Jesse, turning on the coffee machine. “I’m going to be sore all day.”
I elbowed him in the ribs. “You should talk – I’m the one walking funny.”
Reed’s eyes landed on my crotch, triggering an immediate surge of heat. He looked away quickly, and grabbed his cup.
“Um, so, are you ready for your haircut?” I asked.
“Yes, if you are,” he answered, finishing the last of his coffee.
“My scissors are in my suitcase. Where should we do it?”
“How about your bedroom? Maybe on the balcony?”
“Sure,” I said as Jesse handed me a cup of coffee.
“Even though I’d love to watch Sin do you on the balcony, I’m going to stick around here and eat some breakfast,” said Jesse.
I turned back to look at Jesse, who had a big shit-eating grin on his face.
“Stop,” I mouthed.
His eyes widened, innocently. “What?”
Reed stood up, looking yummy in a tight white concert tee that not only emphasized his tan, but endless broad shoulders and a narrow waist. As he turned to rinse out the coffee cup, I quickly checked out his butt in the low-riding faded blue jeans and despised Sela more than ever.
He turned back around and his lips curved up on the one side. “So, to your bedroom?”
“Ah, yeah.”
“I’ll follow you,” he said, walking towards me.
We left the kitchen and walked up the stairs, me leading the way. For some reason I was very conscious of how my own butt looked and had an urge to glance back to see where exactly his eyes were. Of course, I chickened out and just kept going up.
When we entered my bedroom, I grabbed my makeup bag and pulled out the scissors. “So, just a trim then?”
He opened up the patio door. “Sure, sounds great,” he said.
I followed him outside to a tall metal bistro table. He sat down and looked at me, his expression unreadable.
I bit the side of my lip. “We should really wet your hair first.”
“Should I take another shower?”
Flashes of him naked and happy to see me made my nipples tighten in my bra. “I… um… how about wetting your hair in the sink? That would be so much easier.”
“Sure.”
I followed him into the bathroom.
“I’d better remove the shirt,” he said. “So it doesn’t get wet.”
Oh, my God… yes!
“Good idea,” I answered in a surprisingly professional tone.
Then, in what seemed like slow motion, Reed tugged his shirt out of his jeans, raised it over his rock-hard abs, and lifted it over his broad shoulders while I watched – my mouth physically unable to close.
Looking in the mirror, he quickly ran a hand through his hair, then turned back to me and held out his shirt.
I stared at him in confusion.
“Can you take this?” he asked, his mouth twitching.
“Oh, yes,” I answered, flushed and breathless.
As I hung it on a hook behind the door, I could smell a trace of his cologne and had to fight the urge to bring the shirt to my nose to inhale the wonderful scent.
God, I was so pathetic.
I turned around to find him staring at me in amusement, as if he could somehow read my mind.
“Ready?” he asked, leaning back against the sink with his arms crossed.
I managed a smile. “Yeah.”
I tried to appear unaffected by him, but it wasn’t easy; not when I hadn’t had sex in so long and was this close to a half-naked man.
And not just any half-naked man.
This one was so effin’ hot, he could raise a girl’s temperature in the next state.
“What do you think?” he asked.
Oh, my God… what did I think?
His chest was perfectly chiseled and his abs, obviously, the result of countless
“Hi,” he said, putting the newspaper down. “Was wondering when you guys were going to wake up.”
Jesse put his arm around my shoulders and smiled. “Sin was feeling frisky this morning.”
Reed grinned. “Is that so?”
“Oh yeah. This girl is insatiable,” answered Jesse, turning on the coffee machine. “I’m going to be sore all day.”
I elbowed him in the ribs. “You should talk – I’m the one walking funny.”
Reed’s eyes landed on my crotch, triggering an immediate surge of heat. He looked away quickly, and grabbed his cup.
“Um, so, are you ready for your haircut?” I asked.
“Yes, if you are,” he answered, finishing the last of his coffee.
“My scissors are in my suitcase. Where should we do it?”
“How about your bedroom? Maybe on the balcony?”
“Sure,” I said as Jesse handed me a cup of coffee.
“Even though I’d love to watch Sin do you on the balcony, I’m going to stick around here and eat some breakfast,” said Jesse.
I turned back to look at Jesse, who had a big shit-eating grin on his face.
“Stop,” I mouthed.
His eyes widened, innocently. “What?”
Reed stood up, looking yummy in a tight white concert tee that not only emphasized his tan, but endless broad shoulders and a narrow waist. As he turned to rinse out the coffee cup, I quickly checked out his butt in the low-riding faded blue jeans and despised Sela more than ever.
He turned back around and his lips curved up on the one side. “So, to your bedroom?”
“Ah, yeah.”
“I’ll follow you,” he said, walking towards me.
We left the kitchen and walked up the stairs, me leading the way. For some reason I was very conscious of how my own butt looked and had an urge to glance back to see where exactly his eyes were. Of course, I chickened out and just kept going up.
When we entered my bedroom, I grabbed my makeup bag and pulled out the scissors. “So, just a trim then?”
He opened up the patio door. “Sure, sounds great,” he said.
I followed him outside to a tall metal bistro table. He sat down and looked at me, his expression unreadable.
I bit the side of my lip. “We should really wet your hair first.”
“Should I take another shower?”
Flashes of him naked and happy to see me made my nipples tighten in my bra. “I… um… how about wetting your hair in the sink? That would be so much easier.”
“Sure.”
I followed him into the bathroom.
“I’d better remove the shirt,” he said. “So it doesn’t get wet.”
Oh, my God… yes!
“Good idea,” I answered in a surprisingly professional tone.
Then, in what seemed like slow motion, Reed tugged his shirt out of his jeans, raised it over his rock-hard abs, and lifted it over his broad shoulders while I watched – my mouth physically unable to close.
Looking in the mirror, he quickly ran a hand through his hair, then turned back to me and held out his shirt.
I stared at him in confusion.
“Can you take this?” he asked, his mouth twitching.
“Oh, yes,” I answered, flushed and breathless.
As I hung it on a hook behind the door, I could smell a trace of his cologne and had to fight the urge to bring the shirt to my nose to inhale the wonderful scent.
God, I was so pathetic.
I turned around to find him staring at me in amusement, as if he could somehow read my mind.
“Ready?” he asked, leaning back against the sink with his arms crossed.
I managed a smile. “Yeah.”
I tried to appear unaffected by him, but it wasn’t easy; not when I hadn’t had sex in so long and was this close to a half-naked man.
And not just any half-naked man.
This one was so effin’ hot, he could raise a girl’s temperature in the next state.
“What do you think?” he asked.
Oh, my God… what did I think?
His chest was perfectly chiseled and his abs, obviously, the result of countless
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