Page 8 of You Can't Ruin Christmas

Sven steps closer hesitantly, moving around the bed. “Mary, if you’re really not feeling well, we can skip the workout today, and start tomorrow.”

His face looks so concerned and sensitive. I am about to tell him that would be awesome. I am so tempted to reach out to grab his wrist and coax him into bed with me. I inwardly remind myself that I can’t do that, because this is the bed I used to share with his brother, and that’s weird. Also, I need to actually get to know Sven, and make sure that I’m not just starved for penis and seeking a rebound.

But as he steps closer, my gaze slides down his body.

What the… Is he wearing spandex?

My eyes grow wide as they settle on the giant bulge at his crotch. I am suddenly feeling very awake. I try to resist the smile spreading over my face. Gotta love European men and their fashion choices. Nothing has been left to the imagination. Absolutely nothing.

Throwing the blankets off my legs, I declare, “No way. I’ve got plenty of energy. Like you said, no excuses.” I take a sip from the Gatorade while rising to my feet. “I just need a quick shower, then I’ll be ready to get my Body by Sven.” While staring at Sven’s incredible body. And sneakingmanyglances at his crotch. And fantasizing about all the things I want to do with what’s under his spandex.

“Good,” he responds. “I’ll be waiting for you on the couch. Don’t take too long getting ready—no point in being too clean when we’re about to get dirty.”

Oh my gosh. I nearly spit out my hangover Gatorade. Everything he says makes the teenage girl in me giggle madly, but I try to restrain myself. I am sure that the corner of my lips quirk upward to reveal what I am thinking about his words.

He’s halfway out the door when he realizes what he’s said, and he turns back to me, holding up a finger to correct himself. “I mean—sweaty. We’re probably going to get sweaty, not dirty. I mean, but sweaty is dirty. So we will be getting sweaty and dirty together. But in a clean way. And… I should probably go.”

I wait until he leaves my bedroom, and I do burst out in giggles like I’m twelve.

This is going to be fun.

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