Page 38 of Fielder's Choice

Oh

Lane

I can’t help myself around you

But if I’m coming on too strong, let me know

The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable

Olive

No, you’re okay

I guess I’m just not used to being flirted with so openly

Lane

I still find that hard to believe

Olive

If you knew everything about me, you’d understand

Lane

Oh?

Olive

That’s not a conversation for tonight

Lane

Fair enough

Olive

I think I’m gonna jump in the shower

Michelle and I went to another yoga class tonight, so I desperately need one

I’ll text you again shortly

I toss my phone back on my nightstand, a wide smile on my face. Goddamn, I like talking to her.

But now my thoughts wander.

I’ve been celibate for three and a half years, but the thought of Olive in the shower has me ready to end that dry spell.

I can’t help but imagine what she’s hiding under those leotards and tights she wears. I know she’s athletic—those toned legs would probably be my undoing.

My wicked thoughts send all my blood rushing south. I’m hard just imagining what she looks like.

I become even harder when I think about what I might be like to sink inside her.

Fuck me. I want to know what that’s like.

For now, I’ll have to settle for my imagination.

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