Page 26 of Afterglow
But my brain is filled with thoughts of you, I want to say. And it doesn’t seem to want to be free of them. I think my heart might explode.
Behraz stands on the bottom step and looks up, showing me her perfect chest and the curve of her bare waist. “Isn’t it crazy?”
Yeah, whoa. Thisiscrazy. She looks…phenomenal. My cock pulses.
Shh. Go away. Let me have this.
“What’s…crazy?”
“How insignificant we are compared to” —she waves a hand in a semi-circle over her head— “all of this.”
“Uh-huh.”
You’re a pervert. Stop. Staring. At. Her. Nipples. But they’re?—
“Fletcher?”
“Yeah?”
“They’re pierced.”
I clench my eyes closed. “I?—”
I’m pretty sure this pool water is boiling me alive. She sits and reclines on her elbows on the step behind her, tossing her head back to laugh. The subtle movement sends trickles of water down her breasts and returns them to the pool. “It’s okay to look. I know you’re otherwise a gentleman.”
A gentleman who wants to untie your top with his teeth, strip it away, and suck on your tits until they’re dry. A gentleman who wants your pretty mouth on every inch of my skin.
“Right.” I flatten my arms over the cement edge of the pool in an attempt to appear relaxed.
“Hey, Fletcher?”
“Mmm?”
She chews on the inside of her cheek, leaving a dimple. “I know I said I didn’t want you to, but thanks for driving me to work and around town.”
“Of course.”
Her teeth sink into her lower lip next. I suddenly and desperately want to be her teeth at this moment. Christ, Fletch. You sound deranged.
“And I know I talk a lot, so thanks for listening, too. It makes me feel less alone.”
Her eyes lock onto mine, and I can’t help the grin splitting my reddened face.
“Anytime.”
Chapter 10
Fletcher Donovan is a Slut
Behraz
I might be dying.
Last night, Fletcher Donovan, God amongst men, saw me in the tiniest bathing suit I own. And I’m pretty sure I saw…all of him. Pecs, abs, and an impossible-to-ignore outline of a massive dick. Which is impressive considering water typically causes shrinkage. My mind. It’s permanently in the gutter.
It doesn’t help that he’s always around, being kind and caring and blushing up a storm. On top of that, the air conditioning in the apartment is going haywire. My bedroom is no colder than a sauna, and sitting in the living area requires multiple layers.
I throw on grey sweats and an old tee. It’s from a small gift shop in Montreal from a few years ago. Indi took me and her sister on a quick girls’ trip when Landon was a client and got us club seating for a game. One of the best weekends of my life. I peek out the door.
