Page 124 of Pucking Matt
She yelps, grabs the shower head, and says while pointing it at me, “I’m going to spray you.”
“You’re going to spray me?” I ask, not believing it.
She turns the water on and then points the showerhead in the tub as she diverts the water. Once the showerhead starts spitting out water, I laugh.
I hit her with the pillow, and she sprays me. It’s freezing, so I use the pillow for a shield and say, “Okay. Okay. Okay!”
I flip my wet hair out of my face as I tease, “You want a war, Amber Hughes?”
Her face scrunches as I charge for her. She’s aiming the showerhead right at my face as I enter the tub and grab her. Fuck the water. I’m taking her down.
When I lift her, she screams.
“The curtain rod! You’re too tall!”
I drop to my knees as she sprays my face. She’s sitting below me as I put my head down to stop the water from getting in my eyes, trying to steal it from her. Once I have the hose in my hand, I finally take it and spray her back.
She’s shielding her face and screaming.
“I give up! I give up!” she’s squealing.
I point the water the other way.
“Do I win this one?” I ask, looking down at her wet clothes. I feel bad now that she’s all wet.
“Yes!” she scoffs, fixing her hair. “I have wet clothes, and we’re supposed to be meeting your mom soon.”
“Shower?” I offer while ripping off the wet bandage on my face. She glances at the cut. It hurts, so I probably should take medicine soon.
“And the elopement is tonight. You got me all wet.”
I reach over to the faucet, turn off the showerhead, and turn off the water. I pull my annoying wet shirt over my head.
“I didn’t bring enough clothes for this,” I confess, standing over her. I put my wet shirt over the curtain rod.
She’s staring at me when I look down at her.
“What?” I ask because of the look on her face.
Chapter 29
Every breath he takes, which has been two since he took his shirt off, tightens his abs as he swings his wet tee over the curtain rod. I can’t even help myself but check him out. I’m drenched in water, sitting in a bathtub with Matthew Pearson’s God-like body above me. Did I know he had a body that looked this good? No, I had no idea. Seeing him like this is simmering my skin and I’m no longer cold.
I blink. “Nothing.”
“Maybe there’s a dryer downstairs. I can take your clothes,” he offers.
I finally remember where I am as he peers down at me. I look at my wet outfit and sigh. “I only have one bra.”
“Okay?” he questions, looking down at where said bra would be. My breath catches as I watch his eyes scroll down my body. “Is that a problem?”
“For me? Yes!” I scoff, standing up. “I can’t not wear a bra.”
“Even when you go to sleep?” he asks, handing me a towel.
“No, sleep is different, but…” I look down. “Everything is soaked.”
“Okay,” he says. “There’s no need to panic. Let me see if there’s a dryer here. I probably have some quarters in my wallet, and I’ll fix this, okay?”
