Page 13 of My Trainer Neighbor
"Amazing."She wiped the sweat from her face."Exhausted, but amazing."
"Good.That's how you should feel after a workout."
She gathered her things, moving more slowly than usual."Same time Wednesday?"
"If you want."
"I want."She headed toward the door, then paused with her hand on the knob."Shawn?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you.For earlier.The massage.I haven't felt that relaxed in..."
"Years?"
She smiled, the first real smile I'd seen from her."Years."
After she left, I stood in my empty apartment trying to process what had just happened.I'd touched her, really touched her, and she'd let me.More than that, she'd enjoyed it.
And I was in serious danger of doing something stupid.
Like falling for my uptight, workaholic neighbor who was going to be gone from my life in four months whether I wanted her to be or not.
Chapter Five
Nicole
I'd been having dreams about Shawn's hands.
Not innocent dreams either.Dreams where those big, calloused palms roamed over places they had no business being.Dreams where he worked out the tension in my body in ways that had nothing to do with therapeutic massage and everything to do with the throbbing ache between my legs that hadn't gone away since Monday night.
Dreams that left me waking up wet and frustrated and wondering what the hell was wrong with me.
It was Thursday, two days since our last session, and I was sitting in my office trying to focus on budget projections instead of thinking about how Shawn had looked at me when I'd admitted I didn't remember the last time I'd done something just because it felt good.
Like he wanted to personally remedy that situation.
