Page 67 of One Life to Loathe

Leo narrowed his eyes. “Sam…”

“I’m not asking you to pledge your life to me—I’m not an idiot—so get that out of your head.”

“I don’t want to talk.” Leo was plaintive. “Talking is how we make each other miserable. We keep trying to get ahead of this, and I don’t want to be miserable today.” For someone who didn’t want to be miserable, he sure looked it.

“Believe it or not, I’m not trying to make you miserable.” I rested my hands on his chest, then shifted my fingers to trace his pecs. “Just a quick side question. How often do you work out?”

His smile was back in an instant. “Do you like what you see?” He flexed his bicep for me to ogle.

“I think that’s the problem,” I replied. “I like you whenever I see you.”

“Even when I’m being mean?” he teased.

That wiped the smile from my face. “Yeah. Does that make me a masochist?”

“No.” He was solemn now. “It makes you a slave to your hormones. Plus, I’m not going to be mean any longer.”

“You’ve said that before.”

“Yes, well, I mean it. I feel physical pain when I try to be mean to you now. I don’t even know how to describe it.”

His morose face made me laugh, and I went back to feeling up his pecs. “Seriously, how often do you work out?”

“Three to four days a week,” he replied.

“Have you been working out here? I’ve never seen you.”

“I go to the hotel gym with Jax. That’s how we became friends.”

“Oh.” That made sense. “I’ve been going to the yoga studio Daisy’s moms own.”

“Do you like them?” His fingers roamed over my hips and legs. It wasn’t sensual as much as exploratory. Much like me, he just wanted to get the lay of the land. This was the first time we were allowing the other person to get comfortable. Apparently, we were both going to take advantage of the situation.

“They’re very funny.” I nodded. “They’re both in touch with Daisy’s father’s girlfriend as well. It’s very weird … and yet very comfortable.”

“I kind of want to meet them,” Leo admitted.

“Then you should probably do some yoga with us.”

He made a face. “Do I look like a yoga sort of guy?”

“Actually, yes.”

His grin widened. “Seriously, come here.” He was determined when he reached for me again. “I have to feel you against me.”

I sighed as he pulled me down so we were chest to chest, relishing the warmth of his body. This situation was going to get us both in trouble, and yet I couldn’t say no. It hurt too much to even consider walking away from him.

But how much more is it going to hurt in a month when he walks away from you?

I knew that was exactly what was going to happen, and yet it didn’t matter. Not being with him when I could be with him wastorture. Losing him would be torture too. At least I would get some enjoyment out of the situation before the torture set in this way.

“You are warm in the morning,” he whispered against my neck.

“You snore.”

He pulled back and stared at me. “I do not. You snore.”

My mouth fell open. “No, I don’t.”

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