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My cheeks heated to near nuclear levels at the double entendre, but I didn’t think he saw them. He just put his number in my phone then returned it to me. I saw he’d sent himself a tongue-out emoji, which instantly made me think of my fantasy of licking the sweat off his muscled arm. I shuddered.
He either didn’t notice or didn’t say anything. “It was really great to see you again, Cameron. You know, I’m not a stalker, I promise.”
I quirked an eyebrow. “That’s something a stalker would say.”
Sam laughed in his adorable way, a little higher-pitched than his speaking voice but cute all the same. “True.” Then he smirked, andthat smile. I nearly came in my pants. “But still, I promise I’m not.”
“We’ll see.” Then I sashayed from the room, and I felt his eyes track every single step.
Definitely. Fucking. Dangerous.
Chapter ten
Sam
Oh, god. No way did I get to see C.L. Masterson—Cameron—in real life again, right? And not only see him again, but I asked him for his number andhe gave it to me. How the hell did I get so lucky? I needed to go play the lottery, pronto.
I hopped in the car with Alex, who’d been patiently waiting for me to wrap up. He was going to drop me off at my car at work, where I’d left it when Christian had called Alex to ask if we could fill in for him. Thankfully, I’d planned on attending anyway and had had my things with me.
“You will never believe what happened, dude.”
Alex smirked as he pulled out into traffic. “Considering I heard some guy yelling at you after yoga class, probably not.”
I stuck my tongue out at him. “Well, ‘some guy’ was C.L. fucking Masterson.”
The car swerved in the lane as his head whipped to me. “What the fuck, dude?! For real?!”
“Eyes on the road, man!” After he’d corrected our course without incident, I breathed out a laugh. “And yes, for real. He seemed a little weirded out to see me; he thinks I’m stalking himor something, but how could I have been? I didn’t know he’d be there! But anyway, I checked him out—he definitely had all the yoga moves down and his ass, man,shit—and I’m pretty sure he was checking me out, too, so I asked for his number, and he gave it to me.”
“Okay, wait, wait. That’s a lot to unpack.” He took a breath. “You actually got his number? C.L. Masterson? So you’re going to ask him out?”
I ignored his line of questioning. “I notice you skipped right over the fact that he has a fantastic ass.”
Alex laughed. “I mean, I didn’t really pay attention to his face, but I actuallydidnotice his ass in class. It was pretty fantastic.”
“Right?” I chuckled but then sobered quickly, sighing. “But I probably won’t ask him out.”
“Samuel Coleson, why the hell not?”
I snorted. “Samuel?”
“Samson? Samerthason?”
I laughed. “You’re so ridiculous. I haven’t actually decided yet. But props for trying. Just Sam for now.”
He huffed. “Well, Sam Coleson just doesn’t give me enough syllables to properly chastise you.” He eyed me. “But answer the question: Why aren’t you going to ask him out?”
I sighed. “No reason.”
“Sam,” he growled. “Why. Not.”
My glare could’ve set him on fire. “Because there’s no way he’d want someone who looks like me. Not until I transition fully.”
“Bullshit.”
My mouth fell open. “What?”
“Sammy—ooo, I like that one—you can’t wait until your life is perfect to go after what you want. You said he was checking you out, so you have to trust that he’s into you. Right-now you, even as you’re still changing and evolving.”
