Curveball- Strike Zone Series Book two

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Molly

      My worst nightmare is coming true. Having not heard from Nate other than the brief thank you for getting his house cleaned and locks changed, I've heard nothing. This is probably a good thing. I'm hoping that Kayleigh has him completely preoccupied so he stays off his social media accounts. A picture of Reese kissing me at the press conference was released today and I'm planning my funeral. I'm afraid Nate is going to kill both of us when they get back home.

     I've avoided Reese's calls since Charisse informed him of our little incident in college. I left his house in a rush the other night and he has called hourly since. He's left everything from sweet loving messages to brutal angry ones. I don't know what to say. I've refused to respond to anything. Today, I have no choice but to deal with him, and the press, before it gets more out of control. I've pondered over what to say and struggled to finally write a statement, so that Reese can address them. I've sent him a text message that I'm on my way over to talk to him and he can address these vultures with me by his side.

     They're crowded around the main gate to his house. Waiting outside, like groupies at a rock concert, for one of us to talk to them. After I plugged in the code and got past the security guys, I drove up to the house only to find Reese, standing on his doorstep, in just a pair of loose black shorts hanging low on his hips.

      That golden tan skin stretched over bulging muscles and sleek washboard abs on display for me to drool over. His arms are crossed over his chest, making the muscles in his biceps look huge. His gorgeously tan skin is glistening in the sunlight. His hair looks darker than usual because it's soaking wet, like he just got out of the shower or the pool. Those water droplets rolled down his stunning chest disappearing under his waistband.

      God, he's built.

      Reese has always been good looking, but lately, it's gotten ridiculous. When he's angry, he's only that much more gorgeous. His dark eyes seem to flash with an amber fire bringing them to life as he stares at me through the windshield. The look he's giving me flusters me, making me nervous. I know he does that on purpose. He likes me on edge for some reason. I can't keep sitting here just looking at him any longer. I need to focus on why I'm here. I've spent years avoiding this exact situation. I can just keep pretending, right?

      If I believe that, I'm diluted. I've kissed those scrumptious lips, touched those hard, delicious muscles, been wrapped around him and pressed against his length. I know exactly what he can do to me. Avoiding this isn't something that's possible anymore. I have passed the point of no return.

     I take my time, putting my phone in my purse, checking I have everything I need in my binder. I don't look up but I know where he is. He's already worked his way around the car and has my door open before I can finish gathering my things. Getting out, I'm chest to chest with the man that hasn't left my thoughts.

     Help me! He smells as good as he looks.

     A smirk slowly pulls at his lips and I know I spoke my thoughts again. Pushing against his chest, I move around him without a word and head into the house. I don't need to give the press anything else to publish about us. Nate doesn't need anymore ammunition to kill us. I've worked an angle out for us to explain to Nate that I think will save us.

      "You want to tell me what you're doing, sweetheart?" Reese follows me in, close on my heels. I can tell by the sound of his voice, he's furious with me but tampering it down so he doesn't explode at me. "For two days, I've done everything, including begging you to call me, and you've completely ignored me. Then you send me a text at six in the fucking morning that you're coming over to fix things!"