He lifts a brow but says nothing as I grab the bag I discarded on the bathroom floor because apparently, I dragged it in with me when I lost my mind. “And it just so happens that I got you a shirt, you know, as a thank you.” I locate the shirt and walk back to him. I hold out the neck of the shirt and when he doesn’t move to take the shirt, slip it on over his head for him. “Do I have to dress you myself?”
The corner of his lips curl. “If you want me to wear a pink shirt then yes.”
“Fine. Challenge accepted.” But he’s not making it easy. In fact, he’s flexing just to prevent me from getting his arm in. I’m not complaining all that much about having to grapple with his bicep. Necessary sacrifice. “Could you be less strong?” I mutter, pulling his arm.
“I think you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”
My face heats. It’s all the steam. The shower is off but somehow it’s only been getting hotter in here.
“Eh, muscles are overrated.” I fake a yawn.
“That’s not what your hands were saying.”
I roll my eyes. “Your muscles are adequate, alright?”
“Only adequate? I’m happy to allow you further time to inspect.” He reaches for the bottom of the shirt I just got on him.
“That won’t be necessary. You’re beautiful okay.” I push his hands back down and smile at his chest. “Real men wear pink.” I scoot in front of him before he can catch sight of his reflection in the mirror.
He chuckles. “I’ll be sure to let the rest of the male population know.”
“Good. Now grab your clothes and go change out there. I’m going to shower and then we can go.”
He frowns. “You want to drive right now? It’s almost dark.”
“Perfect. No one will be on the road.” Then I can try to outrun these feelings for him before I end up hurting him.
He reaches past me for his clothes, temporarily pinning me against the bathroom counter and I suck in a breath.
He lifts a brow. “Do you feel okay?”
“I feel great. I even got some pizza. Enjoy!” I avoid his probing gaze and shove him out of the bathroom and shut the door.
I never even said thank you.
Chapter 19
Trent
I’mgettingsomeverymixed vibes from Karli. First, she gropes me, then she pushes me away before I can kiss her. I’m trying not to take it personally, and that she is worried about germs. But I’d really like to take a page out of her book and ask some follow-up questions. Like when can I kiss her and will she kiss me back?
The shower turns on. I grab the pizza off the microwave and plant myself in the farthest corner of the room. I flip on the TV and turn the volume as loud as it can go so no thoughts wander back in that direction while I eat. I certainly don’t want to know what she looks like in just a towel–
It’s not working. I drop the pizza and grab my room key, I’ll let the front desk know we won’t be staying the night.
A couple passes me in the hall and they both smile and nod. I do the same. Holidays tend to bring out the best in people.
There’s not a line at reception, but the two clerks behind the desk are engaged in some very loud gossip regarding their friend Brielle.
Poor Brielle should get some new friends.
I stand by the desk and wait. But neither girl acknowledges my presence.
I rub my arm and find another band-aid. I thought I got them all off. How many did she put on me while I clung to that sink with a death grip so I wouldn’t do something stupid and kiss her?
“Uh-hmm,” I clear my throat.
One of the girls notices me and she grins and slides behind the counter. “Hello, how may I be of service to you?” She runs her teeth along her bottom lip.
