Page 39 of More To Us

"Is something wrong?"

"Why do you think something's wrong?"

"I can hear it in your voice." His tone lightens. "It's a talent of fitness trainers. We have to really know our clients. So was I right?"

"Yeah," I say quietly.

"What is it?" He sounds serious again. "What's wrong?"

"I was just talking to my mom and we kind of had a fight. Not really a fight but—I shouldn't be telling you this. I should just be thankful I have a mom. God, I'm so sorry. I'm being completely insensitive."

"Hey, it's okay. Just because I don't have a mom anymore doesn't mean you can't tell me about yours. And I know what you're saying. I have issues with my dad sometimes."

"You do?"

"Yeah, and it sucks because I don't like arguing with him so then I just keep quiet and don't say anything."

"I do the same thing, except sometimes I can't take it anymore so I tell my mom how I feel and we end up fighting. But tonight, I kind of hung up on her and she didn't call back and now I feel bad."

"Maybe you two just need some time to cool down before you talk again."

"Yeah. That's a good idea. I'll text her and tell her I'll call her tomorrow."

"Any other problems I can solve?" he asks in a joking tone. I love how he can switch back and forth from serious to not serious.

"No. That's it for tonight."

"So we're done here?"

"I guess."

"Well, I'm not. What else do you want to talk about?"

"Where are you right now?"

"At home. In my room."

"Are you in bed?"

"Going straight to the dirty talk, huh? I didn't expect that. You gonna ask what I'm wearing next?"

I laugh. "I was just asking to make sure you weren't trying to sleep. I didn't want to keep you up."

"It's not even ten. I don't go to bed this early. And as for your other question, I'm shirtless but wearing workout shorts."

"I never asked what you were wearing."

"Well, now you know."

Imagining him shirtless has heat surging inside me. All night long I tried to ignore my attraction to him, but my body wouldn't let me. When he touched my hand at dinner, my heart immediately sped up. He doesn't even have to touch me and my body reacts. Even just his smile, or when he looks at me with those intense blue eyes, gets me aroused. But I'm sure all girls react that way. He's insanely hot with a body that should be in magazines. Seriously, he should be a model. Or do commercials. Or he could be one of those hot guys in soap operas.

"Why are you so quiet?" he asks.

"Oh, um, sorry. I was just putting something away," I lie.

"Are you in your room?"

"Yeah. On my bed."

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