Freaking swimmers and their hot, swimmer bodies.
I feel my cheeks burn and know I’m blushing. I shouldn’t be embarrassed. These guys are all walking around wearing next to nothing. The whole swim team wears Speedos. It’s impossible to not look at all the skin they show. But somehow it feels different with Chase.
At least he wears trunks. He’s just too beautiful to be walking around all wet and tucked into a tight, barely-there Speedo. Even with the tattoos from bicep to wrist, and his hair constantly changing colors, he’s still incredible to look at. Almost like a piece of fine crafted art. Not anything I’d buy, but something I enjoy viewing from time to time.
My gaze somehow managed to trail right back down over his toned stomach while I was lost in my thoughts. I flick my eyes up to his face and he smirks.
“You done?”
“You’d think there’d be more to look at with all the laps you swim,” I sigh as if I’m disappointed.
“Good thing you have a boyfriend for staring at,” Chase replies.
Now that he mentions him, I turn my attention to the pool, searching for Loden. He’s out of the water and talking to some of the guys while he towels off. I know I shouldn’t, but I compare him to Chase. Only his body because Loden is way ahead of Chase in all the places that matter. Like intelligence and drive. He has a sure future. Where Chase is heading straight to his parents’ basement.
But… I shiver, despite the heat of the room. Loden falls short in the looks department when you stand him next to Chase. Don’t get me wrong, Loden isn’t ugly. Not even close. In fact, I’m sure there are plenty of girls that would find him more appealing than Chase .
I’m just not one of them.
But that doesn’t matter. I’m not with Loden for his looks.
Chase snaps his fingers in front of my face. “Earth to Annie.”
I shove his arm away and glare up at him. “What?”
“I know I’m good looking, but you’re making me uncomfortable, checking me out right in front of your boyfriend.” Chase crosses his arms over his chest and sighs dramatically. “I’m not on display. There is so much more to me than this sexy body.”
I can’t help the startled laugh that escapes. “Sorry,” I say softly. “I got lost in thought for a minute.”
He scrunches his lips and nods. “It’s cool. You’re not the first girl I’ve wowed into speechlessness.”
“Bored,” I correct. “You bored me. Not wowed. And I’m never speechless.” I toss my hair over my shoulder and stand up. I start gathering all my work, placing it inside my bag.
“When you get all defensive like that, it just makes me wonder what you’re trying to cover up.”
I turn around so he can see me roll my eyes. “I’m not being defensive. It’s called honesty. I thought we called a truce?”
“We did. I haven’t called you a bitch since that day. I mean, I’ve thought it a couple of times, but I haven’t actually said it out loud once.”
I raise my hands in front of me and then just let them fall, smacking my thighs. “Ugh.”
“It’s all right if y ou want me—most girls do. Your secret’s safe with me.”
My entire face ignites because there is some truth to his words. I can’t tell if he knows it or not, but I know it, and that’s enough.
“Never mind.” His brows draw together and he frowns at me. I step around him and he takes my hand.
“You know I’m just messing with you.”
I look down at my hand wrapped in his for several heartbeats. His hand feels so different from Loden’s. Warm. Rough. Callused from the many hours spent playing his bass. Another shiver runs over my spine and I pull away.
“Unless I’m not,” he adds, his narrowed eyes search ing my face.
I press my lips together and shake my head. “I have a boyfriend. You shouldn’t mess with me that way.”
He lets out a harsh breath and nods his head slowly. “Got it. Won’t happen again.”
His words feel like a slap to the face .
I feel my cheeks burn and know I’m blushing. I shouldn’t be embarrassed. These guys are all walking around wearing next to nothing. The whole swim team wears Speedos. It’s impossible to not look at all the skin they show. But somehow it feels different with Chase.
At least he wears trunks. He’s just too beautiful to be walking around all wet and tucked into a tight, barely-there Speedo. Even with the tattoos from bicep to wrist, and his hair constantly changing colors, he’s still incredible to look at. Almost like a piece of fine crafted art. Not anything I’d buy, but something I enjoy viewing from time to time.
My gaze somehow managed to trail right back down over his toned stomach while I was lost in my thoughts. I flick my eyes up to his face and he smirks.
“You done?”
“You’d think there’d be more to look at with all the laps you swim,” I sigh as if I’m disappointed.
“Good thing you have a boyfriend for staring at,” Chase replies.
Now that he mentions him, I turn my attention to the pool, searching for Loden. He’s out of the water and talking to some of the guys while he towels off. I know I shouldn’t, but I compare him to Chase. Only his body because Loden is way ahead of Chase in all the places that matter. Like intelligence and drive. He has a sure future. Where Chase is heading straight to his parents’ basement.
But… I shiver, despite the heat of the room. Loden falls short in the looks department when you stand him next to Chase. Don’t get me wrong, Loden isn’t ugly. Not even close. In fact, I’m sure there are plenty of girls that would find him more appealing than Chase .
I’m just not one of them.
But that doesn’t matter. I’m not with Loden for his looks.
Chase snaps his fingers in front of my face. “Earth to Annie.”
I shove his arm away and glare up at him. “What?”
“I know I’m good looking, but you’re making me uncomfortable, checking me out right in front of your boyfriend.” Chase crosses his arms over his chest and sighs dramatically. “I’m not on display. There is so much more to me than this sexy body.”
I can’t help the startled laugh that escapes. “Sorry,” I say softly. “I got lost in thought for a minute.”
He scrunches his lips and nods. “It’s cool. You’re not the first girl I’ve wowed into speechlessness.”
“Bored,” I correct. “You bored me. Not wowed. And I’m never speechless.” I toss my hair over my shoulder and stand up. I start gathering all my work, placing it inside my bag.
“When you get all defensive like that, it just makes me wonder what you’re trying to cover up.”
I turn around so he can see me roll my eyes. “I’m not being defensive. It’s called honesty. I thought we called a truce?”
“We did. I haven’t called you a bitch since that day. I mean, I’ve thought it a couple of times, but I haven’t actually said it out loud once.”
I raise my hands in front of me and then just let them fall, smacking my thighs. “Ugh.”
“It’s all right if y ou want me—most girls do. Your secret’s safe with me.”
My entire face ignites because there is some truth to his words. I can’t tell if he knows it or not, but I know it, and that’s enough.
“Never mind.” His brows draw together and he frowns at me. I step around him and he takes my hand.
“You know I’m just messing with you.”
I look down at my hand wrapped in his for several heartbeats. His hand feels so different from Loden’s. Warm. Rough. Callused from the many hours spent playing his bass. Another shiver runs over my spine and I pull away.
“Unless I’m not,” he adds, his narrowed eyes search ing my face.
I press my lips together and shake my head. “I have a boyfriend. You shouldn’t mess with me that way.”
He lets out a harsh breath and nods his head slowly. “Got it. Won’t happen again.”
His words feel like a slap to the face .
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