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Theo, on the other hand, tells us he went back home to work around his family’s farm for the summer.

We eventually part ways since Theo needs to head to a football meeting, and Camille has a meeting for the school paper.

I’m kind of happy I have no meetings to attend and that I can go home to read my book in peace.

The cherry on top for a perfect night for me? Elio has a pre-season game tonight here, which means he won’t be home until later this evening. School is only going to get busier as the weeks go on, so I’m going to enjoy a night of rest.

Hell, I may even sneak into his hot tub for a bit.

Chapter 14

Elio

Tonight was fucking awful.

The guys played their absolute worst, which is not the best way to start off our season. It may not count, since it’s only a pre-season game, but to me? Every game matters.

The one thing I’m looking forward to is seeing Jasmine. I haven’t seen much of her over the last few days as hockey season is gearing up soon and she’s always in her room studying. I’m curious to see if she’ll be home, to learn what she does on a Friday night after a long week of school.

Will she be studying? Reading? Baking, or watching a movie? Or maybe she’s out at some frat party with boys who have no right to fucking look her way?

Pushing those thoughts away, I walk into my apartment and immediately notice Jasmine everywhere. Her orange throw blanket is on the couch, there are cookies on the counter, a pan on top of the stove, her highlighters and notebook on the island counter.

I can even smell her peachy floral scent all over the room.

I thought the sight would infuriate me, due to my need for things to be in order and clean. Instead, it makes me grin.

I like knowing that she lives here, that her things are under my roof.

Buttercup, Blossom, and Bubbles greet me at the door, purring as they take turns rubbing their bodies against my leg. Crouching, I rotate between their heads, giving them the scratches and love they’re seeking.

So far, they seem to like her, which is good. Bubbles has taken an extra liking to her, as she’s often missing from my bed where the three of them usually sleep. Jasmine confirmed this morning that Bubbles has been curling up with her instead.

Speaking of Jasmine, I’m about to call her name when I hear it. The sound of the jets from my hot tub.

My Adam’s apple bobs as I swallow hard, trying to decide what I’ll do. I could wait out here until she’s done. That would be the respectable choice to make. As her dad’s friend, I definitely should not be going anywhere near her in a bikini.

Especially not when I’ve been imagining this exact scenario with a less than innocent ending.

My curiosity takes over, along with the desire to see her. I want to know what she’s doing there. Is she reading, scrolling on her phone, or drinking?

Besides, it’s my house and my room, so I can do whatever and go wherever I please. At least, that’s what I tell myself as I walk down the hall and toward my room.

The door to my bedroom is ajar, the soft melody of an instrumental pop song filtering in from my en suite bathroom. Regret begins to fill my body the closer I get, and I’m about to change my mind when I hear her suck in a breath.

Now concerned, I barrel into my bathroom, pushing on the slightly open door. My eyes instantly land on her body in my hot tub, her legs glistening and resting halfway out of the water on the ledge. She has a book in her hands and a wine glass nearly empty on the ledge beside her head.

Her bikini is a terracotta hue, which I’m starting to learn is her favorite color, and it might be mine too. It complements her skin, and the strapless top exposes the swell of her breasts.

My cock hardens at the beautiful sight before me, and I’m thankful for the sweats I’m currently wearing. Not that it matters much because if I reach full mast, she’ll be able to see.

It’d be impossible to miss.

Jasmine startles, throwing her legs back in the water, nearly dropping her book into the tub. She catches it, then narrows her eyes at me. “Elio, what the fuck? You scared me.”

“Not expecting me home so soon?” I raise my brow at her, leaning against my sink, crossing one ankle over the other.

“I must have lost track of time. Sorry, I’ll get out,” she says, setting her book on the ledge.

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