Page 200 of Breaking the Rules
He's just so fucking hot.
"I occasionally order vanilla lattes," I say.
He shoots me a look of feigned horror. "No."
"Only when I have a sugar craving."
His chuckle fills the room.
"What?"
"Your life is a sugar craving."
"Just because a girl likes to eat chocolate chip pancakes for dinner on occasion—"
"On occasion?"
"During parties."
"Watching Disney movies?"
"If you don't want to eat my chocolate chip pancakes…"
His smile spreads over his cheeks. Lights up his eyes. "Anything but that."
The electric kettle steams. He grabs it. Carefully finishes the pour over. Sets a timer for exactly four minutes.
"You just get home from the gym?"How about we hop in the shower together? Get clean before we get dirty?
He nods.
"Without me?"
"Didn't realize you were in for leg day."
Mmm. Leg day. That's when he does all the shit that gives me a view of his ass. "I am."
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna… what's it called. That thing." I hinge at my hips to demonstrate the movement.
"Deadlift?"
"Yeah."
His gaze goes straight to my chest.
My boobs are about to pop out of my tank top.
There's victory in getting his attention.
But it's more bitter than sweet.
I can't have that.
Why remind myself?
I clear my throat. "Yeah. I'm gonna deadlift two hundred pounds."
