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Last night I was running on adrenaline and instinct. Tonight? My heart is in the line up.
And I’m just as fucking nervous as I was that night.
We're almost to the lake, we've been able to see it through the trees for the last few minutes and I want to see Jo's face when she sees the set up so I turn around.
Jo's eyes dart up from my butt.
Interesting.
I might not need a romance movie to set the mood after all.
"So, I figured since we're out of power anyway, why not sleep under the stars." I say as we step into the clearing.
"Seriously Bryson?" Jo says with a smile. "I haven't camped since I was a kid."
"Me either, actually. And I totally forgot how to pitch a tent so hopefully it doesn't cave in on us."
Jo stops and looks down at my crotch. When she drags her eyes back up to my face I see The Look.
The one she gave me on my college bed all those years ago.
The wide eyes with dilated pupils.
The slight part of her lips.
The stillness except for the rise and fall of her chest.
"Well, I haven't forgotten how to pitch that kind of tent." I say with a smirk as all my blood flows south.
Chapter 22
Jo
“No crabs.”
“No,noyouhaven’t.”I smirk as I step past Bryson closer to the lake. I’m tempted to drag my hand along his chest because even though I knew as soon as Bryson started walking down this path we were going to the lake, I did not know I’d spend the ten minute hike staring at his butt.
I studied it as we walked, remembering the feel of his ass under my hands as I clawed him while sucking him off. It's possible the way the fabric of those gym shorts was swaying back and forth with each step put me in a lusty trance.
Maybe if Bryson snapped his fingers right now my clothes would disappear in a poof.
That’s not a half bad idea.
“Want to go for a swim?” I ask him over my shoulder.
When our eyes meet there’s understanding in his. He knows. He remembers.
“I bet I can swing higher than you!” He hollers as he rips off his shirt and barrels towards the water.
I’m glad Playful Bryson is back. I appreciate mature and sexy Bryson but I am much more comfortable with him being a goofball. There is too much history for this to be just a hookup but I also don’t know how to name what I’m feeling. And it wouldn’t be fair to lead him on. I care about him too much. I think a part of me always has. But do I have the capacity to actively care about him? To be with him? Everything in my life is in the pursuit ofmy championship, my World Cup, and I don’t see how a relationship with someone I truly care for fits in.
When Bryson drops his shorts and his bright white ass shines in the woods I barely catch my giggle. What was sexy moments ago is now a luminescent butt and that’s funny.
“What?” Bryson asks.
“Nothing.”
He turns around and I’m met with a full-frontal view. It’s different than when I saw him naked last night. That was in the dark, in the house, in a bedroom.
