nevertheless~

part 64

TESSA'S POV

“You gotta take me for dinner now, Mr. Scott”, I tease him as we alight in the elevator together, getting back to our hotel room, to finally rest out tired bones. It was a long and busy day although it was all worth it. Every single second. I tried my best to make sure that not even for a single second would Hardin feel like the morning today will ruin our day.

“Sure, eat the poor man, why don’t you”, he teases as we get down on our floor.

“Don’t think I have a problem with eating a specific man”, I tease back to him as we enter the room, him walking behind me.

“Am I thinking what you are thinking?”, he says as I plop down on the bed, removing the shoes, stuggling with the damn laces on them.

“What are you thinking?”, I try to pull the words out of him, knowing very well that the verbal teasing doesn’t just end here or tonight.

“Something about a clean shower and dinner. That’s it. What’re you thinking?”, he says and I roll my eyes at him.

“Well that and?”, this wouldn’t be easy, knowing him I know that he won’t make it this easy for me.

“And, a certain blonde lady in my bed.”, he admits, finally close to the target where I had intended this conversation to go.

“Good to know, what else.”, I say, this time sitting upright and stretching my hands upwards and removing my shirt in a go, never breaking eye contact with him across the room.

“Woah”, he mutters under his breath but the room being so empty and quiet doesn’t exactly help him with that small compliment.

“I need a hot shower.”, I say, knowing the meaning of my words that is going across to him. I then start undoing my hair, pulling at the soft hairtie and letting the hair fall. I really need a haircut, this length is not doing me good. In a few weeks it’ll get hotter back in the states as July approaches, It’s already April and I need to soon find a fix for these hair, also the style has become quiet old.

“What about a bath?”, he comes across the room and when I think he is coming to me, he bends down and grabs my shoes to keep them in place, after which he comes across the room to the closet.

“I need a quickie.”, I say, trying to hold my laugh at this really bad double meaning joke.

“Oh my gosh”, he says and we both burst out laughing at this very bad joke.

“That was so bad”, I hold my stomach as I try to stop laughing but it was just plainly so bad.

“It really was, baby.”, he says and finally his shirt comes off and suddenly the breath get’s knocked out of me, my senses highten.

Hardin’s shirt comes off as though the piece of clothing was holding back all of his hotness and it really was. His shoulders are so well defined, he isn’t bulked up or like inflated or anything, but he has the right amount of built on his shoulder musceles, his back carved like a damn statue made out of cement.

“I think I am going to shower first.”, I say, chickening now because I know for sure that I don’t look anything like that after an afternoon of cycling, neither does my sweaty back. How is he not sweating like me? What sorcery is this?

“Do you want anything from here?”, he asks as I get in the bathroom, knowing damn well if I stand here as second more, we will get in situations more sweaty than me.

“I think I’ll need a towel.”, I say, going to the closet on the other side of the room, where he is still standing shirtless. Can he put a shirt on? It’s really not working for my hormones right now.