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belly.
“Nothing,” I lied.
I wasn’t ready to talk about that yet.
In fact, I’d probably never be ready to talk about it.
It’d been well over eight years, and I still got cold sweats when I let my mind touch on the subject.
“Sure, it’s nothing,” Casten snorted. “You want to go to dinner?”
I turned around and scowled at him.
“Maybe. Where are we going?” I asked suspiciously.
He shrugged. “You pick. I gotta change my clothes.”
I pursed my lips as I watched him walk out of the room, surprised that he’d just let the whole scar tissue drop and then had asked me to dinner.
What had happened to his ‘I don’t date’ vibe he had before I’d gotten sick?
And on that subject, was I still invited to his mother’s wedding?
I moved like an old lady as I made my way to the door, pausing in the entranceway as I looked down the hall.
Casten’s house was actually kind of cool, the way it was set up.
The whole side of the house that we were in was made up of bedrooms. There were four of them in total, and I was in what he used as an office when he wasn’t at his actual office.
My room was right next to Rhea’s, and Rhea’s was right next to CeeCee’s.
Casten’s, though, was at the very end of the hall, and my door faced his door.
So I got to see as he shucked his pants and went for a different pair.
I watched as his muscles shifted and bunched, mouth going dry as he turned to start looping his belt into the belt loops, giving my first good look at his body without a t-shirt covering him.
He had amazing, rippled abs.
A well-defined chest.
And that beautiful V that led straight down to his crotch.
But what had my complete and total attention was his nipples.
They were pierced.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered.
He looked up and over at me, making me freeze like a deer in headlights.
He turned slightly, lifting his head to face me, then placing both hands on either side of his door.
“What are you looking at?” he rumbled.
I went momentarily blank at the picture he made.
God, he was sexy.
Standing there, leaning against the door frame, he looked like a man ready to pounce.
My nipples pebbled and my breathing sped.
And I wasn’t even going to get started on the things that were happening in my pants.
“Your nipples!” I blurted.
He looked taken aback by that.
“You’re lying,” he snapped.
I moved forward, only then becoming aware that my belly hurt.
But I kept moving, putting one foot in front of the other, until I stopped just inches from his face.
“You want to bet?” I challenged him.
“You were looking at my scars,” he hissed.
I laughed in his face.
“I don’t even know what ‘scars’ you are talking about. All I’m able to see,” I said, lifting my hand and placing it just under his nipple. “Are your fucking piercings. Wanna know why?” I asked.
He looked at me with raised brows, not answering.
He didn’t believe me.
And I smiled, crisscrossing my hands across my chest to each lower corner of my shirt, and I pulled it up and over my head.
I caught my bra along the way and bared my upper torso. I nearly laughed at the stunned look on his face.
“Now, do you see why I like your pierced nipples so much?” I asked.
He lifted his arm from the door frame, but I stepped back before he could touch.
“No touching,” I said. “These babies are only for people who like me.”
He looked up at me, his storm gray eyes clashing with my brown ones, and stared.
“What makes you think I don’t like you?” he asked.
I tossed him my shirt to hold while I maneuvered my sports bra back on, then held out my hand impatiently while I waited for him to give me my shirt.
He kept it.
“Casten,” I snapped.
“Answer me,” he ordered, pulling the t-shirt behind his back when I went to grab for it.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“I’m only going off the vibe I get when you’re around me. You practically scream, ‘Don’t touch me!’ And I don’t
“Nothing,” I lied.
I wasn’t ready to talk about that yet.
In fact, I’d probably never be ready to talk about it.
It’d been well over eight years, and I still got cold sweats when I let my mind touch on the subject.
“Sure, it’s nothing,” Casten snorted. “You want to go to dinner?”
I turned around and scowled at him.
“Maybe. Where are we going?” I asked suspiciously.
He shrugged. “You pick. I gotta change my clothes.”
I pursed my lips as I watched him walk out of the room, surprised that he’d just let the whole scar tissue drop and then had asked me to dinner.
What had happened to his ‘I don’t date’ vibe he had before I’d gotten sick?
And on that subject, was I still invited to his mother’s wedding?
I moved like an old lady as I made my way to the door, pausing in the entranceway as I looked down the hall.
Casten’s house was actually kind of cool, the way it was set up.
The whole side of the house that we were in was made up of bedrooms. There were four of them in total, and I was in what he used as an office when he wasn’t at his actual office.
My room was right next to Rhea’s, and Rhea’s was right next to CeeCee’s.
Casten’s, though, was at the very end of the hall, and my door faced his door.
So I got to see as he shucked his pants and went for a different pair.
I watched as his muscles shifted and bunched, mouth going dry as he turned to start looping his belt into the belt loops, giving my first good look at his body without a t-shirt covering him.
He had amazing, rippled abs.
A well-defined chest.
And that beautiful V that led straight down to his crotch.
But what had my complete and total attention was his nipples.
They were pierced.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered.
He looked up and over at me, making me freeze like a deer in headlights.
He turned slightly, lifting his head to face me, then placing both hands on either side of his door.
“What are you looking at?” he rumbled.
I went momentarily blank at the picture he made.
God, he was sexy.
Standing there, leaning against the door frame, he looked like a man ready to pounce.
My nipples pebbled and my breathing sped.
And I wasn’t even going to get started on the things that were happening in my pants.
“Your nipples!” I blurted.
He looked taken aback by that.
“You’re lying,” he snapped.
I moved forward, only then becoming aware that my belly hurt.
But I kept moving, putting one foot in front of the other, until I stopped just inches from his face.
“You want to bet?” I challenged him.
“You were looking at my scars,” he hissed.
I laughed in his face.
“I don’t even know what ‘scars’ you are talking about. All I’m able to see,” I said, lifting my hand and placing it just under his nipple. “Are your fucking piercings. Wanna know why?” I asked.
He looked at me with raised brows, not answering.
He didn’t believe me.
And I smiled, crisscrossing my hands across my chest to each lower corner of my shirt, and I pulled it up and over my head.
I caught my bra along the way and bared my upper torso. I nearly laughed at the stunned look on his face.
“Now, do you see why I like your pierced nipples so much?” I asked.
He lifted his arm from the door frame, but I stepped back before he could touch.
“No touching,” I said. “These babies are only for people who like me.”
He looked up at me, his storm gray eyes clashing with my brown ones, and stared.
“What makes you think I don’t like you?” he asked.
I tossed him my shirt to hold while I maneuvered my sports bra back on, then held out my hand impatiently while I waited for him to give me my shirt.
He kept it.
“Casten,” I snapped.
“Answer me,” he ordered, pulling the t-shirt behind his back when I went to grab for it.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“I’m only going off the vibe I get when you’re around me. You practically scream, ‘Don’t touch me!’ And I don’t
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