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It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed in real life.
When he’s done, and it takes a hot second, he lets go of himself and sags against the back of the couch, his hooded gaze rising to meet mine. “Sexy,” he says.
“You, too.”
“Guess I kinda like you.”
My smile this time is tentative. I feel shy. Overexposed. Marked. “I might like you a little bit, too.”
“I’m told I’m pretty cute,” he says.
I wasn’t trying to laugh. I didn’t think I’d be able to smile after being so painfully and embarrassingly honest, but here I am with cum stained panties and God knows how many hickeys on my neck grinning like a fucking fool for him.
17
CALYX
The first thing I think when Samuel’s number shows up as an incoming call on my phone Saturday afternoon is that he tore his hamstring again.
Why the fuck else would he call me in the middle of the day when he’s supposed to be training?
“Hello?”
“Hey, what are you doing?” he asks, sounding perfectly fine. My suspicion deepens.
“Nothing,” I answer honestly. I mean, technically, I was looking up more partner yoga positions to try with him, but he doesn’t need to know everything. “Are you okay?”
“I’m by myself at the gym. You should come down and check it out.”
I straighten in my chair. “How are you by yourself?”
“It’s somebody’s birthday, and they’re all going out. But did you hear the part where I asked you to come down here? Are you busy?”
I look around my apartment like there’s someone else here he might be talking to. I genuinely think this is the first time he’scalled me. It feels sort of major. “No,” I finally say. “But what am I gonna do when I get there?”
“Kick a bag? Let me put you in an arm bar. Whatever you want.”
I snort. “Okay.”
“Yeah?”
What can I say—I’m just happy to be invited. “Yeah, what’s the address?”
“I’m texting it to you.”
Sure enough, he follows through, and I debate whether to take another shower. My hair looks good, though.
Wait.
Me
What does all by yourself mean. Like NO ONE else is there?
Samuel
NO ONE
I laugh.
