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Should I tap on her shoulder?
Nah. I want to watch the show.
Finding a seat on the weight bench, I let the cups dangle from each hand while I rest my elbows on my knees.
She bounces and hums, turning and twisting just enough I can catch glimpses of her full breasts bouncing under her sports bra.
The urge to touch my cold palm to her hot belly sends a surge of blood to my crotch. It’s getting more and more difficult to resist wanting to feel her.
Her arms raise as she belts out the last lines of her song, then she turns.
And they fall, dropping the weights to the mat beneath her.
“Wade! You startled me! I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.” Her flushed cheeks pull into a wide grin as she tugs out her headphones.
I hold up the cups with the little plastic spoons. “I wasn’t sure what you’d want, so got us both rootbeer floats.”
“Oh my god! My mom used to make them for me when she worked at Frozen Bones.” Her fingers brush mine when she picks up her drink.
“Yea, I don’t know how these will compare.” I shrug. A tinge of doubt hits me.
Maybe it’s time I leave Maria in the past? Was this in memory of her? Or something else?
Elena sips some of the sudsy soda and giggles when some of the foam sticks to her nose. “It’s amazing. Here, try it.”
Before I can stop her, she wipes it with her thumb and smears the bubbles onto my lips.
It tickles fire through my body, an arc that ripples its way all the way to my loins.
My hand snakes out, catching her wrist in my grip.
With a sharp inhale, she freezes. Her pupils dilate as she fixates on me.
Meeting her dark eyes, I flick out my tongue, tracing the last droplet from the pad of her finger before letting her go.
Her exhale washes over me, a sweet wave tinted with soda.
Shit.
What the hell am I doing?
She’s making me break my own rules. I can’t fucking do this.
Standing quickly, I turn to the stairs. I need some air.
“It’s too hot in here,” I grunt, then rush away.
Sweet treat
Elena
My heart pounds inmy ears, not from my workout.
The burning tip of my thumb still tingles from the touch of his tongue.
Did he just…reciprocate?
Weeks of me teasing and flirting is finally showing some rewards. All I want is for him to grab me and make me his. We’ve become so close the last few weeks—
