Page 36 of Beyond The Break

Oh myfuckinggod.

Of all the people to show up at my door, it had to be him!?

There’s absolutely no way I can face him right now, not after what I just did. Not after picturing it was him doing it to me. I need the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Right. This. Second.

“Eliana?” Griffin tries the door handle, but it’s locked.

Do I open it and risk humiliating myself? Or do I stand here quietly and pretend to be asleep?

“Eliana, I know you’re awake,” he says, “your room lights are on.”

Fuck.People sleep with their room lights on all the time, don’t they?

Panicked and unsure of what to do, I quickly run to the door, unlocking it and cracking it open. I’m prepared to tell him to go away, but as our eyes lock, it’s as if all the words in mind evaporate, and the air is sucked straight out of my lungs.

The warmth between my legs returns with a vengeance as I stare into his grey eyes. Why does my body have to betray me like this whenever I’m around him?

“Are you okay? I thought I heard you crying.” His brows knit together in concern as he scans my face.

Crying? I wasn’t crying. Why would he think he heard me cr—holy shit.

My heart pounds against my chest unforgivingly loud as I internally scream, realizing he heard me having my first ever orgasm. I’ll never live this down. He needs to go,now.

“I’m fine,” I say, my voice shaky, “it’s late, you should be sleeping. Big competition tomorrow.”

I try to shut my door, but his palm presses against it and pushes it further open so that he can see my full body. His brow is raised as he studies me, and my face flushes.

All I can think about as I look at him is how easily I unraveled at the thought of him. I attempt to subtly cross my legs to relieve some of the growing pressure between them, but as his eyes track the move, I see the moment he clues in to what’s going on here. His eyes return to mine slowly as his nostrils flare.

“You’re all flushed,” he notes, taking a step into my room.

No, no, no. I cannot be alone with him in my room right now because I’m literally a raging ball of horniness. Ineedto get him out.

“Am I?” I ask nervously, taking a step back to replace the distance between us.

“You are,” he confirms, taking another step until he’s standing inside.

He gently closes the door behind him before his heated gaze burns a path down my body. My cheeks flush a deeper red as I watch him, hypnotized and unable to come up with a sensible response. Having him in my room, staring at me the way he is, is pure torture. But a part of me is enjoying this more than I should.

My body reacts to him in ways my mind doesn’t want it to. I know that I shouldn’t be so affected by somebody that has made it clear on multiple occasions that he doesn’t like me at all. He’s been trying to get rid of me from day one.

The thought sobers me just enough to fade the growing need as my brain begins to work again.

“So, I take it you took my advice,” he raises his heated gaze to mine, “were you able to figure out what it was that you liked?”

You.

I clear my throat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I manage to say, turning my back to him and walking over to my window to avoid eye contact.

“Oh, you don’t?” His deep voice sounds closer.

I let out a small gasp as I feel the warmth of his body press against my back. I spin around to face him only to jump back when we come face to face, my lips almost grazing his. Griffin rests his hands on either side of me, caging my body between him and my window. It’s the hottest thing to have happened to me, my nipples visibly pebbling through my pajama top.

I narrow my eyes as I look up at him. “What are you doing?”

One corner of his mouth lifts into a half smirk as he stares down at me, eyes dancing with mischief. The look alone fills me with an overwhelming need to rip his clothes off and beg for more. I watch as his tongue darts out and traces the curve ofhis bottom lip, his eyes never wavering from mine, and my heart feels like it might launch right out of my chest.

You are completely and utterly hopeless.

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