Page 90 of Unexpected Forever
Shivers run down my spine at the sound of my name. What is it about the way he says my full name that’s such a turn-on?
I haven’t got a clue.
Other than me being a horny bitch right now with no real outlet.
“Good night, Nate.”
I scurry up the stairs, away from temptation in the form of a man so hot, he melts my brain.
But a couple of hours later, sleep eludes me. I can’t stop thinking about Nate’s face when he talked about his very first coach. The coach that gave him a chance and a future.
My heart aches for that little boy and all he endured at such a young age.
Other parts of me ache when I think about watching the grown man move.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m in the hallway, headed to Nate’s room. I don’t know what I’m going to say when I get there, but I just feel the need to see him, spend more time with him.
I knock but don’t hear anything other than silence behind the door. I make my way downstairs and find him in the living room, stretched out on the sofa.
I expect to find him watching the ginormous TV, but instead he’s reading. The man is the epitome of a hot guy reading. Any other time, I’d take a picture and post it on social media, #hotguyreading.
His long frame eats up the whole length of the couch, and his gray sweatpants do little to hide the bulge in front of them.
One large hand holds the book on his broad, muscular chest, his other arm tucked behind his head. Flat, chiseled abs lead down to the sex lines pointing to wicked promises.
I walk farther into the room. “Hey.”
He drops the book down, his lips curving into a soft smile. “Hey.”
I sit on the end of the oversized chaise lounge across from the sofa, my hands fidgeting in my lap.
“What’s up, babe?”
Why am I so nervous? The man has seen me naked, been inside me.
“I, uh…just wanted to find out when you want to put the crib together.”
“How about this weekend?”
“Yeah, sure. Okay.”
He raises a brow. “Is that all you wanted to know?”
“Yes. Good night.”
I stand quickly and start to leave the room, but something stops me and I turn back. “Actually, no. That’s not it.”
He snaps the book closed and sits up all in one fluid motion.
Jesus, he makes me sweat with every move he makes. I swallow hard and look away.
When he doesn’t say anything, I bring my gaze back to him. He sits with his elbows on his knees, his eyes on mine.
“Charley, I like you. A lot. I know our relationship isn’t conventional, but I like to think we’re friends and we’re in this thing together now for the rest of our lives. You can talk to me.”
“Do you have any regrets?” I blurt out.
Okay, that’s not what I expect to come out of my mouth, but the truth is, I want to know.
