Page 67 of One Night

"Your car wanted to see me?"

"It's highly influenced by its owner. Now will you let me in?"

"You're already here? Like at my door?"

"Yeah, and you need to let me in. There's an old lady out here walking her cat on a leash and she's about to come over and talk to me."

"That's Mrs. Klanton. If she starts talking to you, you'll be there all day."

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up. She's like ten feet away."

I laugh as I run to the door. When I open it, I see him standing there in navy track pants and a white, long sleeve t-shirt. It's one of those fitness shirts that fits tight to his body, clinging to the muscles in his arms and chest.

"Why are you dressed like that?" I ask, not that I'm complaining. He looks really hot. I've never seen him in workout clothes.

"Are you gonna let me inside?" He glances down the hall.

"Oh. Yeah." I peek down the hall and see Mrs. Klanton watching us as she pretends to search for something in her purse. She loves to gossip about her neighbors. Seeing Dylan here will give her something new to talk about.

I shut the door and my towel nearly comes loose. I quickly grab it and realize I'm not dressed.

"Do you always answer the door like that?" Dylan asks, a big grin on his face. "Or is this just for me?"

"I told you I just got out of the shower. And then you made me get the door and I didn't have time to put anything on." I'm getting really turned on, being this close to Dylan, wearing nothing but a towel. I'm surprised he hasn't come up to me and tried to take it off, but instead he's standing a few feet away. "So what's the real reason you came over?"

"I thought I'd see if you want to go for a run. I thought maybe we could do a few loops around the neighborhood. Or around the college. I've never been on the Katswick campus."

"You want me to run with you?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I haven't been running in like a year."

"If you're too out of shape to run, we could walk."

I huff. "I'm not out of shape. Do I look out of shape to you?" I hold my arms out and my towel drops to the floor. "Shit!" I quickly grab it and cover myself.

The room goes silent. Dylan's eyes are still on my body and I see his throat move as he swallows.

His eyes slowly rise to my face. "So...back to the run. Yes or no?"

That's it? He's not going to try anything? He just saw me naked, completely naked, no panties this time. Given how much we want each other, I thought he'd at least attempt to make a move. But he's following the rules, pretending we're just friends whenever we're alone.

"Sure, I'll go on a run," I say. "I'll be ready in a few minutes. You can watch TV if you want."

I turn to go to my room.

"Amber."

"What?" I turn back and he's right in front of me.

"I'm not rejecting you." He places his hand on my shoulder and runs it down my arm, causing goosebumps to rise up on my skin. "You know how much I want you, but you told me—"

"I know. And I appreciate that you listened. You're being a gentleman and I respect that."

"Don't give me too much credit. The part of me that's not a gentleman is thinking very dirty thoughts right now." His eyes lock on mine as his hand moves slowly along the top of my towel, pausing at the part I've folded over to hold it in place. "You could always change your mind."

I hesitate, thinking how much I want to change my mind. But I can't. We've only been going out a week, and although I've gotten to know him, I want to know more, and I don't want sex clouding my judgment.

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