Page 25 of Unrivaled Love
"Do you mind?" She asks and I honestly don't know how to answer so I just turn around. I hear her opening and closing a couple of drawers. "Okay, you can turn around."
When I do I find Jo standing on the other side of the island wearing an apron. I scan her body again and while it might technically be covered by the beer belly shirtless man apron she found, my brain is quick to catalog her wet, naked body.
"Why are you naked?" I ask. Maybe not the most critical question but until I know why I won't be able to focus on much else.
"I was in the hot tub. Why are you here?"
"I wanted to get away. Why are you here?"
"To be alone." She crosses her arms and cocks a hip. I zero in on the sliver of tempting skin that pops out the side of the apron. "So you need to leave."
Her words register and I snap back to her face. "No way, I was here first."
"Did you ask if you could?" She challenges me.
I narrow my eyes. I didn’t, but I’m an adult who can be here without asking for permission. Right? Unless, shit, was I supposed to ask? Wait. "Did you?"
She just huffs so I know the answer is no.
Seven years apart and I can still read her like a fucking book.
"I want to be alone so you have to leave." She says as she crosses her arms.
"I don'thaveto do anything." I retort and cross my arms too, mirroring her stance. Who does she think she is; bossing me around? "I was here first." I remind her. Then I think of something that is true and helps to make my squatters rights case. “And I’ve already farted in every room.”
"Ugh!" She growls and then she starts to storm off to my bedroom.
Well, okay.
I can't imagine the first thing we do after all the years of her avoiding me is fuck but beggars can't be choosers so I follow her down the hallway and pull my shirt off by the collar since she’s already naked and I need to catch up.
She slaps her hands over her ass crack as soon as I step into the hallway.
"What are you doing?!" She demands as she spins around to show me her hairy belly. Well, the one on the apron. It is nothing like the one she teased me, and ten thousand other people, with at her game a few weeks ago.
"I’m following you to my room." I catch her eyes darting down to my chest and I can’t help it. I flex.
She blinks back up to my face with a tiny shake of her head. "No, it'smyroom."
"No, I was here first. I already unpacked. And farted.” I add for good measure.
She's still walking backwards into the room and that's when I see her backpack on the bed. Her clothing is in a pile on the floor and fuck it looks good there.
“I don’t mind sharing though.” I shrug as I slide my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts.
“What the fuck! No! I’m not sleeping with you Bryson Svoboda! Ew!”
“‘Ew’ kinda hurts.”
“Shut up, Bryson.” She grumbles as she scoops up her clothes and stuffs them into the bag before turning to me. "Where am I supposed to sleep?"
"I dunno, the bunk room?" Because she already said no to the “with me” option.
"The boy's bunk room?" She asks with a sneer.
"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"
"It's gross."
