Page 15 of Crash with Me

“Changed?” He arches an eyebrow. “I thought the point was to get naked.”

“You know what I mean.”

My cheeks feel as if they’re on fire. How did this happen? When did we go from me being the one who is in control and teasing to him having the upper hand and better grip? And… Why do I kind of like it?

“Well then.” He inclines his head slightly. “I guess I’ll see you once we’re both… comfortable.”

“Yeah. Right. See you then.” Spinning on my heel, I nearly bump into a potted rubber ficus on my way around the screen.

More thumbs than fingers, I remove my clothes, carelessly tossing them into a pile on a stool. I don’t have the patience—or control—to fold them neatly now. Not when I can hear the sound of a belt unbuckling. The lowering of a zipper. The rustle of denim falling to the ground.

I clench my eyes tight, trying not to imagine the scene unfolding on the other side of the screen. It doesn’t work. It’s impossible. Eyes open or closed, I can’t seem to think aboutanything but the way the muscles on his shoulders and neck tighten as he moves.

Or the dark hair that smatters across Seth’s strong chest.

With a trail that leads down his six-pack abs.

To a part of him I haven’t seen.

But, oh, I can imagine how good it looks as well.

And I can practically sense how good it would feel inside of me.

More tightly coiled than I’ve ever been in my life, I wrap the towel around me and groan.

“Is everything okay back there?” Seth calls out.

“Yes. No.” I sigh. “It’s the towel.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“It…” God. I’m normally so confident in the body I have. I’ve spent years working to love myself and this life I have.

And I hate—absolutely hate—that right now I feel anything less than happy in my own skin.

“The towel,” I start again, “won’t wrap around me completely.” My shoulders slump. “I don’t think it was made for girls like me.”

“What do you mean girls like you?”

I scowl at the screen. “You know what I mean. Plus size.”

“Oh.”

I cringe, hating this, and hating even more that the backs of my eyes are burning.

“Well,” Seth says, “I can turn around and give you a chance to settle on your bed first if that makes you more comfortable.”

“That… would be nice.”

Taking another breath, I hold the towel as tightly around me as I can. The edges just come together but leaving a gap exposing part of one breast and my belly. I step around the corner.

I gasp.

“What?” Seth turns from the wall. His lips part, and heat flashes in his eyes. But he shakes his head. “What’s wrong?”

“The massage beds.”

“Is something wrong with them?” He frowns and follows my stare. He sucks in a breath. “There’s…”

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