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His shoulders shook with silent laughter.
“Why did you have my top on?”
Lips in a tight line, I bashed my fists against the wall behind me, so flustered by this exchange that I couldn’t come up with an excuse.
To my utter horror, the vibrator came to life in my hand, filling the room with a soft buzz.
“Fuck,” I muttered, pressing at it, desperate for it to turn off but unable to stop myself from noticing his hard-on inthosegrey joggers.
It was only a second before his chest pushed into mine, the vibrator thrumming between our bodies, powering my foolish heart into overdrive.
This was what I’d imagined when I’d sworn, so close to coming. His piercing blue eyes fixed on mine, enjoying my pleasure.
Though here, he was enjoying watching me squirm with a grin.
“I’d packed all of my clothes,” I blurted.
He nodded and let the silence fill the room for too many beats before stepping back and pulling the hem of the top, brushing the skin of my thigh. My pussy clenched.
“Keep the top,” he said gruffly. “I’ll spend my alone time in here thinking of you in it.”
And he walked out, taking his headphones and my pride with him.
22
Chapter 22
Everly
The bouquet sat on the kitchen island. An array of sky blue hydrangeas nestled beside bright, golden-yellow roses. There were so many I tried to count them, twirling the glass vase—until my eyes caught on the tag.
They were forme?
Heart in my throat, I ripped it open.
‘My dearest Everly, these are for finally farting in front of me. But if anyone asks, it’s because your boyfriend loves you with his whole heart. Keep farting. Love, your boyfriend x’
The scoff from my throat was part audacity, humour and choking. I had not farted!
After the last race in Texas before the holidays, Nazmin had taken me and Luca to the side to go over our schedule for next year. She’d asked if either of us were particularly set on stayingwith our families for long over Christmas and we’d both been quick to say no.
Which had shocked me because Luca spoke about his family more than he spoke about bikes, boxing or me.
In the meeting, she’d said we had a photo shoot for an upcoming interview in Florida, which worked out with the last race being there too.
We would just have to leave the track earlier and Luca might miss a day of practice.
When she’d gone and I’d pushed out my chair, it had made a scraping noise that Luca had mistaken as a fart.
And he loved it. He’d fallen about laughing, telling me we were real best friends now as we’d broken through that boundary.
But I hadn’t!
That didn’t stop him from grinning about it the whole time we packed up our hotel room.
I ran my fingers over the soft petals as Dad walked in, still in his suit from some high-level meeting and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. He glanced at the flowers and my grinning face, and rolled his eyes but gave me a big squeeze. “How’s your day been,ma chérie?”
I shrugged and gestured to the flowers. “Better now.”
