Page 20 of It's Complicated

He lifted his eyes to mine, and the intensity of them made my breathing hitch and my stomach flip-flop.

Isaac’s eyes were one of his best features, and not only because of the incredible color that shifted between navy and azure depending on his mood.

They were incredibly intense, and he could make someone feel like they were the only person in the room, even the world, when he focused on them.

His gaze softened in an instant, and he stepped back, dropping his hand.

The prickle of disappointment at the loss of his touch confused the hell out of me. So did noticing how the spot he’d touched went from hot to cold the second he pulled away.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Nothing about tonight was different for us. He’d never had to cut me out of my shirt before, but less than two months ago, we’d taken a shower together to scrub off some stubborn body paint that wasn’t as washable as the package claimed.

We’d stood under the water laughing and joking about how purple we were, and there had been none of this weird energy between us, even when we’d ended up having a soap fight and pawed at each other to get the other covered in suds.

Was all this from the threesome? Had it messed me up so badly that I couldn’t separate Isaac being Isaac from the man I’d been so mesmerized by that night?

“Thanks,” I said belatedly.

“Pretty sure you don’t have to thank me for saving you from the situation I put you in.” He scooped up the ruined shirt. “I’ll get rid of this.”

I paused, my throat tightening at how awkward things felt.

“Gym tomorrow morning?” he asked.

“Yeah.” I nodded. “Can you make sure I’m up by nine?”

“Yup.” He shifted from foot to foot. “Do you want to take a shower?”

“Yeah.”

“Kay, you go first. I’ll go when you’re done.”

I nodded again, not sure what to say.

“Night.” He shot me a quick smile.

“Night,” I echoed as he darted out of my room, closing the door behind him.

Woodenly, I pulled off the rest of my clothes and grabbed a pair of sleep pants and an old tee.

Usually I’d just bundle up my clothes and use them to hide my junk as I ran into the bathroom, but I didn’t feel comfortable doing that after everything that happened tonight.

Instead, I pulled on the clothes and headed into the bathroom, grateful when I heard music coming from under Isaac’s closed door.

On autopilot, I started the water and once again pulled off my clothes. The water usually needed a minute to get hot, and I took a second to check my reflection.

The web of lines in my skin was already fading. A few of them were still red and angry looking, but most were barely a soft pink.

Trying not to think about anything other than getting clean so I could crawl into my bed and forget all about tonight, I stepped into the shower, not bothering to wait until it was warm.

The cold water helped soothe the strange buzz that still simmered in the back of my mind and calmed my body enough that I could finally relax, the last of the tension bleeding out of me.

Closing my eyes, I tipped my head back and let the water run over my face as I ran my fingers through my hair to break up the product I’d put in earlier.

When I was nice and wet, I washed my hair and then scrubbed down with my body wash.

My hand brushed against my dick, and the jolt of pleasure that shot up my spine nearly took my breath away.

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