about it?”
For the next sixty minutes between sprints and jumps I tell her what happened the previous night. Every sexy, sweet, and crazy moment.
“Hmm. Have you ever considered that Trent is jealous? That maybe he has feelings for you? Maybe he wants some of the Naughty Noelle,” she says completely serious while we stretch out afterwards.
“Trent? Erin hinted at that last night and I wouldn’t shut him down if he did. The man is a walking turn on.” I rub the sweat off my chest with a towel. “But he doesn’t see me that way and I guess I’m too close with his family to ruin anything. And anyways, I might want to see where this thing with Jace goes. I’m intrigued by my Starbucks God.”
Hadley and I part ways, and I check to see the text I ignored earlier.
Erin: CALL TRENT! He won’t stop texting me and I’m too damn tired for his shit. Turning my phone off.
Well, she seems pleasant. You would think with Savannah at her mom’s house, she would have gotten laid last night.
During my run back I respond to Trent’s messages.
Me: I went to bed when I got home so I didn’t see your texts until this morning. So angry with you T!
Trent: I know, pls see me today. I have to run to the office real quick but meet me for lunch.
Me: Only b/c I love you and I want an explanation. Where?
Trent: Lou’s? 12?
Me: Ok. Don’t be late.
Bastard . He knows I cannot pass up some of Lou Malnati’s deep dish pizza. There go the calories I just burned. Shaking my head, I text Sexy Jace back.
Me: I had fun too. I could have done without the punching. I haven’t thought of you at all ;)
Sexy Jace: Oh, I know you did. Let’s meet up…beach?
Me: I don’t know. I need to meet with Trent and find out what happened. Unless you would like to enlighten me?
Sexy Jace: Oh, I have an idea. He just wants to get his ass kicked. Ditch him and come meet me.
Me: I can’t. I need to let him grovel and apologize. But we can hit the beach after.
Sexy Jace: Fine but u have til 2. Text me your address after and I’ll pick you up.
Pushy much? My calm Sunday has just turned into meeting up with two very hot guys. I’m definitely not complaining. I guess my work will have to be put off. Mrs. Blake’s venue comparisons write up is going to have to wait until tonight. Fixing this with Trent and a little fun in the sun trumps work on a Sunday anyways.
When I get back to the house all I want to do is lay in my nice soft bed. It’s neatly made, but I fall back onto it and sigh. What a weekend. I curl up into my pillow allowing my eyes to close, and I feel as though I could just crash for the day.
I raise my arms above my head to stretch. Man, I really stink!
Jumping up I hope I didn’t get too much sweat on my comforter and make my way to the bathroom.
After scrubbing the grime of two awesome runs and cycling class off in the shower, I grab a fluffy white towel and wrap it tightly around my body. I step off the tile and onto the plush carpet and am met with lust filled chocolate eyes filled with animalistic male hormones across my bedroom. He stalks towards me with determination stopping just short of my tingling body. He places both hands on my face, and a shiver runs down my spine.
Oh my God! Oh my God! What is he doing?
“I just couldn’t wait,” he says pulling my face closer to his. “I had to see you. We need to talk but I have to do this first.”
Just as I’m about to open my mouth to ask what he wants to talk about he brings his lips the short distance to mine. They’re soft and smooth, the kiss so sweet and gentle. Our tongues don’t touch; just a few light brushes of our lips. A heated moan escapes my mouth, and he loses control taking the kiss deeper. His tongue still doesn’t break the barrier of mine but there is so much desire behind it. When his hands glide down my body and around my hips, goosebumps spread across my skin. Wrapping my hands around
Anders Roslund, Börge Hellström