Sem looks away from me, fiddling with the button on my shorts. I contemplate slapping his hand away but decide against it. I’ll just let him wander for a bit. He did save my life, after all.
“That’s a long list.”
“Yeah. Well, I have high expectations. And why shouldn’t I? I’m not going to settle for some idiot. I’m not that desperate. I want what I want.”
Sem’s eyes flick up and meet mine. Something flashes within them, but I can’t get a read on him. He’s difficult to figure out.
“So, are we going to sit here and chat forever, or are we going to get on with it? I have work tomorrow, and I need a full eight hours, or else I’m a monster. Plus, I have this deep-seated desire to win again since you kicked my asstwicelast time. It’s starting to hurt my fragile self-esteem.”
Sem sighs and then runs a hand over his face. “Nah. You know what, I’m good. I’ll let you get to sleep.”
He sits up, and my face falls. “What? Why? When do you ever forfeit, Sem?”
Questions are shooting rapidly out of my mouth, but I can’t help it. I’m confused.
“I’m not forfeiting, just decided I’d rather not right now.”
He moves to stand up, but I latch onto his arm, and he stops moving.
“Are you for real right now?”
“Yeah, Maggie. I’m going home.”
He glances down at my hand wrapped around his bicep, and I quickly let it go. Then his eyes flick to my bare chest, and he inhales deeply.
I bite down on my lip at the look he’s giving me. Like he wants to stay and collect but something’s making him want to leave.
“Fuck,” he mutters, glancing away and running his hand through his hair. He breathes through his nose and then turns to peek at me again.
“It looks like you want to stay, Sem. You sure you want to go?” I ask softly, and he exhales roughly.
“No.”
He’s struggling with something, and I can’t help but watch it unfold. When he doesn’t move toward the bed or make a move to leave, I unbutton my shorts. His gaze snaps to the movement, and his chest heaves.
“What the fuck you playing at?” he grumbles, and I smirk.
“Nothing, just getting undressed after alongday at work. Going to take a shower, actually. You can show yourself out when you’re ready. You’ve wasted enough of my time already.”
I push myself up and kick off my shorts as I move toward the bathroom. Slowly, I close the door and start the water. My cheeks are flushed, knowing I’m playing with fire but not able to help it. Something deep inside of me craves how dangerous this is.
The room steams up as I strip out of my underwear and move under the water, running my hands through my hair. And that’s when I hear it.
The bathroom door opens with asnick.
I blink through the haze of water in my eyes and see Sem approaching. He’s a mirage of tan skin and bulging musculature. I swipe at the glass to get a better look. I amnotdisappointed.
“Thought you were leaving,” I tell him as he opens the shower door and steps inside.
He’s way too big for this space. He crowds against me, and I poke his chest. But it accomplishes nothing. It only seems to move him closer.
“This shower is not big enough for the two of us.”
He doesn’t move back, just stands there completely naked, water hitting his chest and sliding down those delicious abs.
I can’t help but reach out and run my fingertips down them. There are literal grooves between them.
Heaven, help me.