Page 50 of Cold Front

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Because now I was hyperaware of every movement he made. The flex of his arms. The smooth stretch of golden skin. The way a single droplet of water ran down his chest and?—

Fuck.

I draped my shirt over the next chair.

Thoughts I had no business thinking rushed in—what those piercings would feel like under my fingertips. What they’d taste like if I…

No. No, absolutely the hell not.

This was ridiculous.

Ludicrous.

I had no idea where these thoughts were coming from.

Or maybe I did. Maybe I’d just been ignoring them.

“Okay, no more stalling,” Eli said, shutting off the sink and shaking his hands dry. “We have, what? Fifteen minutes?”

I blinked, struggling to process words.

Then I glanced at my own phone.

Shit.

Fifteen minutes to shower, change, and get to our respective classes.

“Who gets the bathroom first?” Eli asked, tilting his head with a half-smirk.

I exhaled slowly, forcing my thoughts into order. “Toss a coin?”

He grinned. “You got a coin?”

“…No.”

Eli laughed, shoving at my shoulder as he moved past me. “Too slow, Captain. I’m going first.”

I scowled at his back as he disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

And then I exhaled.

Hard.

Bracing my hands on the counter, I let my head drop between my shoulders.

I needed to get it together.

It was just a piercing.

Two piercings.

Silver.

On Eli’s?—

Fuck.

I was in trouble.

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