Page 74 of Gym Bros
“I don’t feel like you’ll ever let me into your pants regardless, so…”
“But you’re sure you want to have a go at it?”
Holy shit.That sounds like an actual opening. All I can do is nod because fuck yes I want in those pants.
He blinks his pretty eyes at me, waiting on my move, looking tense as fuck.
“Question,” I say, putting my hand just above his knee because the last thing he looks like he wants right now is me.
“Okay.”
I squeeze lightly, and he flinches, his leg reflexively jerking back. “Sorry,” he says on a fluttery breath.
“No. I apologize,” I lie, moving my hand very deliberately to his waist instead.
He swallows audibly.
I graze my fingers lightly in a tickling motion, and he squirms, gasping. That was exactly the response I was going for. I bring my other hand to his other side and attack.
He screams—literally—as I tickle him. Losing his breath, he attempts to wiggle away, but I won’t let him get far. His giggles and sharp breaths are intermingled with protests. “Samuel! Stop! Oh my god—fuck! Help!” he screams again.
I stop once he’s on his back, and I’m hovering over him, my hands clamped firmly on his sides, a promise from me to him that I won’t do it again.
He’s glaring, breathless. “What the fuck?”
“I wanted to know if you were ticklish.”
“Why?”
“Because if I need to loosen up, so do you.”
“Fucking Rachel, did she tell you I said that?”
I nod.
“I hate her. I hate both of them.”
“Where else are you ticklish?”
“I didn’t realize I was. Not likethat.”
I arch my brows, and he’s quick to speak again. “That wasnotan invitation to find out.”
“Does your earlier invitation still stand? Because I’m not gonna force myself on you.”
He gets his hands on my face and drags my head down, pressing his mouth to mine in a quick kiss. “You arereallycute,” he says, but this time it sounds less like a dismissal.
“And you are fucking gorgeous.”
He bites his lip. “What do you wanna do with me?”
“Whatever you’ll let me do,” I say honestly.
“Is my sweater not freaking you out?”
“This is cashmere. I’d hardly call it yarn.”
“So you have standards.”
