Page 60 of Gym Bros
Stupid idiot.
Not him.Me. How drunkamI?
The booth is empty, goddamnit. Rachel and Priya are lost to the masses, but there are six shots left on the tray. I pick a clear one, hoping for straight anything and gulp it. A large hand appears to my left, grabbing a bottle of water, and Samuel slides into the booth, his arm draped over the back of the velvet sofa behind me.
I’m a flushed, flustered, mess—with a hard on. Thank God these pants aren’t tight. My nipples however—they feel awfully perky, and I know he’s checking them out. I just do.
He doesn’t say anything as he sips his water. The tequila shot doesn’t do much to wash the incredible taste of him out of mymouth, and the smell of him still clings to my clothes. It’s a fresh scent mingled with what I can only describe as virile masculinity.Super virile.
It’s quite a departure from the expensive colognes and aftershaves I’m accustomed to.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” I say, because one of us needs to say something.
“No? Why not?” he asks.
Because I fuck your father whenever he’s in town? “Why were you flirting with me like that?” I ask, putting it on him.
“Couldn’t help it,” he says.
“That’s not an answer. Did you mean it, or are you trying to make a point?”
“A point?”
“Like punish me for being mean to you?” I basically splutter.
“Did that feel like punishment?” he asks, a note of genuine concern in his voice. Like he’s doubting his ability to kiss a person properly.
“I mean, it shut me up,” I say.
“Nope,” he says, his voice rough. “You’re still very much talking.”
“Maybe you should kiss me again, then,” I say, and immediately shake my head. That was not supposed to come out like that. I sound like I want him to, and I can’t possibly want that.
All too quickly though, his arm drops onto my shoulders, and he’s ducking his head. His mouth finds mine, and I can’t fucking believe it. I whimper in surprise and go limp against the seat as I helplessly open my mouth to let his tongue back inside. He definitelydoesknow how to kiss a person properly. It’s actually the best I’ve ever been kissed—and I don’t even think there’s a close second. It’s all-consuming.
His hand is on my side, wrapped around my rib cage, and I’m literally arching to press closer. My arms are limp at mysides, but my legs are spread, and he’s just really going to town, isn’t he?
His kiss is softly devouring, causing my hips to move restlessly.
“Mmm…no,” I try to say.
“No?” he asks, his lips still touching mine.
I shake my head. He backs off, staring at me while I stare at him. I can appreciate a good looking man, and Samuel is definitely in that category, but the resemblance…
I have a weird feeling in my stomach. Not nausea exactly, but more than anxiety. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” I ask.
He nods, a man of too few words.
A young man. Very young.
I lick my lips and meet his gaze. “So what’s the plan? You gonna invite me back to your place?” Jesus.What the fuck?
His eyebrows lift. “I wasn’t, but…”
“Then what?” I ask again, desperate to recover from this lapse. “I was gonna teach you shoulder stand on Monday.”
“You can still do that. And I can still teach you a form if you want.”
