Page 58 of Easton

“Someone sure slept in,” he remarks teasingly.

“I know.” I take a seat at the table as he resumes putting together his sandwich. “I’m just feeling kind of lazy today.”

He replies, “No worries. Everyone deserves a lazy day here and there.” Glancing over his shoulder, he asks. “Are you hungry? Do you want a sandwich too?”

“What kind are you having?” I ask.

“Just some turkey breast and cheese on wheat bread.”

I nod. “Sounds good. I’ll have one.”

“You got it.”

Easton finishes with the sandwiches and joins me at the table.

I’m so glad we’re back to normal.

But as we’re eating, and though our conversation is chill, I can’t shake the feeling that something is different.

There’s an underlying tense vibe in the air.

It could just be me, though. I feel more attracted to Easton than ever right now. I keep stealing glances over at him, admiring how hard his biceps and pecs look in the tight T-shirt he has on.

And the light blue color of the shirt really brings out his eyes.

He’s also wearing cargo shorts, and it’s all I can do to not reach over and place my hand on his thigh.

It’s like my body is daring me to make a move.

I want him more today than I think I ever have. To feel his body on mine, skin to skin, and to feel him inside me.

“Ugh!” I place the sandwich I’ve barely touched back on the plate.

“What’s wrong?” Easton asks, looking genuinely perplexed.

“Nothing.” I close my eyes and wave my hand around. “I just felt a little sick there for a minute,” I lie.

Come on, it’s not like I can tell him I’m lusting for him like never before.

What if he wants to act on it?

I would.

Oh, I would.

I have no more control or will to say no.

But I must be strong.

Our whole friendship could be ruined.

Damn it, though, I want more.

I want Easton inallways.

I want him to be in love with me like I am with him. And I want to make love, not fuck. Well, okay, I want that too. But notjustthat.

Frustrated, I say, “You know what? I think I need some fresh air.”

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