Page 64 of Breakaway

I stop in the doorframe, watching Nevaeh on the couch. She pouts, her eyes glued to her laptop. Stepping further into the room, I put my gym bag on the floor and pad over to her. Her gaze darts to me just as I lower myself on the couch beside her.

“Hey,” I say with a smile. “What happened?”

“Hey.” She leans over and gives me a quick peck on the lips. “Remember I told you about that assignment my boss gave me two weeks ago?” I nod, draping a hand over her shoulder and pulling her to my side. “Well, I still haven’t figured out what to write, and he keeps asking about it. At the office. Over the phone. In emails.”

“That’s very boss-like behavior, no? Coach always roasts us if we promise something and then don’t do it.”

Nevaeh laughs heartily. “You’re right, and I know that about Kai. He’s always like that. Very persistent when he wants work to be done. It’s just…the third email this week, and like the sixth in two weeks.”

“What do you mean?” I frown, dipping my head to get a better look at her face.

“I started replying to an email from Penny, my coworker. And then I saw an email from Kai, from yesterday…already opened, but I never read it.” She huffs, her bottom lip protruding. “It’s so weird. Like I’d ever open an email from Kai and forget about it. It’s not annoying spam; it’s an email from my boss.”

“Does anyone have access to your email?”

“No.”

“Then maybe it’s a glitch?” I offer, and she bursts out laughing.

“A glitch that doesn’t want me to read emails from my boss?”

“Something like that.”

Nevaeh relaxes into my embrace, a happy smile on her lips. She looks up, her eyes meeting mine. “How was practice?”

“Awesome. As usual.” I lift my shoulder in a shrug. “I love being on the ice. Even if I feel like a bulldozer ran me over after.”

“Is that how you feel right now?” Her eyebrows pull together, and concern crosses her features.

“A little bit. I’ve been dreaming about a hot shower.”

Tilting her head to the side, she bites her bottom lip. Her fingers are rapping over her closed laptop. Something is on her mind, and I secretly hope it’s showering with me. It would be perfect. A hot shower with this insanely hot girl. I’ll be one hundred percent better the second her warm pussy wraps around my cock.

“Tell you what.” She pushes her laptop across the couch. “I’m tired, and my workday technically ended two hours ago. I’m all for taking a shower together if you are.”

I jump to my feet and extend my hand to her. Nevaeh takes it, entwining our fingers as I pull her up. I wrap my arm around her waist and haul her toward me, her chest pressed tightly to mine. In her crop top and cotton shorts, with a messy bun on top of her head and a pencil peeking through it, she looks so comfortable and so fucking cute. My lips stretch into a big smile.

“I would never say no to something like that.”

Nevaeh giggles as I head to my bathroom, pulling her along behind me. I don’t know how to describe what’s happening to me. It’s like my muscles aren’t so tight anymore. My lungs are full of air. And even my heart beats steadily, pumping blood into my veins and warming my skin.

I look over my shoulder, my gaze dropping to my SpongeBob tattoo. Optimistic. That’s how I feel. It’s so unusual for me, but it reminds me of my brother. Easygoing, music always in his earbuds, ready to have fun whenever. And always berating me for being so grumpy, especially with new people.

“Roman?” I raise my eyes to Nevaeh as we enter the bathroom. “You look so lost in thought. Is something on your mind?”

“Just memories.” Whirling around, I face her, my hand secure around her waist. “What are we going to do first? Fuck or shower?”

“Fuck,” she whispers, standing on her tiptoes. “Then shower, and then…I’m going to give you a massage.”

“Massage?” I lower my head, my lips barely touching hers.

“The best in the world. And exclusively for you.”

“I like the sound of that, Malyshka,” I say. Then I crash my lips on hers, my whole body humming from just one kiss.

It’s official, I found my new fix…it’s her.

The morning lightpeeks through closed curtains, the shadows it casts moving over the ceiling. I inhale, hiding my nose in Nevaeh’s hair. She’s still asleep, and I don’t want to wake her up. It’s early; even her alarm hasn’t gone off yet. Plus, it feels incredibly nice to have her warm body pressed against mine, her head resting on my chest.

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