Page 208 of Breaking the Rules

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Fuck, this is good. But it's nothing compared to him.

"You're wet." I bite my tongue. I need something more subtle. More articulate.

"Just got home from the gym."

"You're supposed to invite me."

He raises a browreally.

"Yeah. I'm gonna get swoll. Like you." I flex my barely there bicep.

He chuckles. "Doesn't seem like your hobby."

If it wasn't for the whole teasing Hunter thing (okay, and the staring at his bod thing), I wouldn't get anywhere near a weight.

It's bad enough when Kaylee decides she wants to take up jogging and "invites" me to go with her.

"I thought about inviting you," he says.

"But you realized I'd embarrass you in front of your gym bros?"

He laughs. "You would. But that wasn't it."

"It's my epic skills, isn't it?"

He shrugstrue. "You looked peaceful. I didn't want to wake you."

"You watched me sleep?"

"Checked if you were up."

Still. He watched me sleep.

It's sweet.

It's pureI want you as more than a friend.

But I can't remind him of that.

I have to keep him relaxed. So he doesn't go on the defensive.

"Creepy," I tease.

He nodsthat's me. Takes a long sip of his coffee. Sighs with pleasure.

Mmm, that sound.

It's music.

Better than everything on my emo playlist.

And that's a hell of a playlist.

"Your brother texted." He pushes off the counter. Does nothing to secure the towel clinging to his hips.

I watch the berry fabric with rapt attention.

I need that towel gone.

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