Page 72 of Just My Type of wrong guy

“It wasn’t the most mood-killing. I was going to ask Alexa to playI’m still counting my Blessings. You two got lucky,” I joke, trying to clear the haze that this two-meter-tall man in nothing but underwear has brought into my bedroom.

But A.J. doesn’t laugh.

Instead, his hand lands on my waist and pulls me toward him — effortlessly. My body crashes into his, and a shiver runs down my spine at the heat of his bare skin against mine.

With his free hand, he pushes the desk chair aside. I try to step back again, but he boxes me in, the edge of the chair now pressing against the back of my thighs.

His heavy breathing fans across my face, and my mouth goes dry as he leans over me.

“You didn’t let me sleep, and you ruined my quality time… What am I supposed to do with you, Alexandra ?”

He says my name for the first time in ages, and the deep whisper glides over my skin like silk.

“Maybe let me finish packing. Have you packed yours?” I look away, pretending to glance at the suitcase sitting on the bed behind him.

But A.J.'s hand moves to my face, brushing aside the curls framing it. His fingers trail to the nape of my neck, and the warmth of his palm on my sensitive skin sends another wave of chills down my spine as he gently forces me to look at him.

Instinctively, my hands press against his chest — meant to push him away.

But the heat and firmness of his skin make me hesitate.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude not to look someone in the eye when they’re talking to you?”

I shake my head slowly, barely able to form a thought.

“Because it is,” he goes on, his eyes studying me like they’re undressing me, his fingers still playing with my hair.

“I hate talking to you when your face is hidden.”

A.J. gathers my curls with practiced ease, pulling them into a messy bun on top of my head.

My breath catches in my throat as I feel the gentle tug.

He’s not just touching my hair.

He’sshowing off.

He’s trying to turn me on.

And it’s definitely working.

“I’ll make a note that you don’t want other girls here.”

He crosses his arms but doesn’t step back. I, on the other hand, sit down at the desk to put some space between us.

“I never said that.”

My voice comes out firmer than I expected.

“It’s fine. I’ll just make it clear that my roommate is jealous.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” I snap, cheeks burning. “I was just annoyed by the noise. I don’t care who you sleep with or don’t sleep with.”

A.J. turns toward the door but stops at the last second, spinning slowly with a lazy, wicked smile playing on his lips.

“Empty words from someone who was melting in my arms just a few seconds ago.”

The disaster of my day opens the door — but not without throwing one last burning look at me before walking out.

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