Page 18 of Hero Hair

She steps away. “You’re right. I guess. I assumed the same thing, but I was told differently,” she replies.

Teala brushes hair off her cheek. Her hair is beautiful, long, and shiny. She takes care of it. I’ll be able to wrap it around my hand a couple times. My phone pings from my pocket. The noise draws her gaze to my crotch. When she realizes what she’s looking at, she takes another step back.

“This is going to be hard.”

“It’s not the only thing that’s hard,” I reply, grinning. “Joking aside, it’s not that difficult. We’re both consenting adults.” Since my first submersion into the SEAL world during Hell Week, the rest of my life has seemed easy. Surely she’s dealt with more difficult obstacles than refraining from sex.

She sighs. “I should go. You have my number. We can make plans for another date. That is, if you’re absolutely sure you want to jump into this charade with me.”

If the end goal is me getting into her pants, I can do that. I’ll look at this the way I look at my swiping. It’s just taking longer for her to swipe back. I’ll continue doing me in the meantime. She’s worth it. Moose says so.

“Tomorrow? I’ll come up with a date. As an equal contributor, it’s only fair.”

She smiles, bites the corner of her lip, and nods her head. “Until then. Good night.”

With a small wave, Teala walks away, showing me what I’m missing out on—what will be mine very soon. This is a fun game. Something to conquer. I never thought something like this would appeal to me, but it does. So much so that I know I need to make our next date something amazing. Panty melting. Scorching.

I’m so engrossed in my ideas and how I can win this competition I forget all about the girls in my pocket. For a little while, at least.

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