Page 56 of Fit for Love

With that, she turns toward my cabin and sashays away—which, given the thin slip that she’s wearing, gives me a view so erotic I instantly regret agreeing to the “no sex” bit.

By the time I catch up with her, she’s in bed, covered by a thin blanket.

I surreptitiously check the time on my phone.

Nine p.m.There’s no way I’m going to fall asleep so early.Then again, besides that which she said is off the table, there’s nothing else to do.

I take my clothes off, and I can feel her watching me as I do.

Getting under the blanket, I stay firmly on my side of the bed.I can smell apple and hibiscus, and just knowing she’s near is making me painfully hard.

“Sweet dreams,” I say, and my voice is more than a little raspy.

She doesn’t reply, but I know she’s awake.

Oh, well.She needs to process everything she’s learned today.

Hell, I should do that also.First of all, should I forgive her for ghosting me, given what she said?

It’s tempting.When she’s not picking a fight with me, I like her very much—and the sexual chemistry between us is out of control.But… what if she didn’t tell me the complete truth?

What if she didn’tjustghost me because of what she learned, but also because I was a lowly personal trainer?

Her breathing evens out.

Damn.That’s impressive.She fell asleep this early?She must have been tired.

My cock twitches, as if to remind me of what could’ve tired Kendall out.

Fuck.I doubt I’ll fall asleep anytime soon, especially not with such a hard-on.

Maybe I can do something about it?Not here in bed—that would be creepy.Maybe outside?No.The last thing I want is a mosquito bite on my privates.

Suddenly, Kendall rolls over and drapes her arm over my chest.

Well, then.Unless I’m willing to wake her, it doesn’t seem like I’m going anywhere.Especially not when she wraps more of herself over me, her breasts brushing my arm through her slip, and her right hand falling an inch away from my throbbing erection.

Is she actually asleep?Because if she wanted to torture me in some sort of revenge, she couldn’t have come up with a better methodology.

“Ashton,” she softly moans.

“Seriously?”I say out loud.

Her eyelashes flutter open, and her eyes widen.“Am I still dreaming?”

Fuck… “You dreamed about me?”

She looks at the tent that my erection is creating in the blanket.“I think I’mstilldreaming.”

She pinches my nipple.

“Ouch!You’re supposed to do that to yourself when you’re the one unsure of reality.”

She slides her hand under the blanket, and I’m pretty sure she pinches her own nipple next—which makes my cock impossibly harder.

“I guess I’m awake,” she says grumpily.“But I feel like I’m still in that dream.”

“And that might explain why you’re still wrapped around me,” I say.

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