Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

46 | Teasing Me

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Chapter 46: Teasing Me

I lay on his comfortable bed, two pillows squished behind my back and a math book on my lap. A thin white sheet covered my legs as I played around with the calculator in my hand.

It was hot in Luke's room. As if the steam from his shower was seeping into his bedroom.

I leaned over to try to open the window above his desk, but couldn't reach. It was a dark blue outside. The night had crept up on us, but a full moon was shining.

I leaned further, stretching my arm as much as I could without dropping off the bed.

"Escaping already?" Luke's deep voice sounded at the door.

I exhaled before I turned to look at him.

The bedroom door closed behind him. He was shirtless with a white towel wrapped low around his waist, low enough that I could see the eight pack of abs down his tanned stomach and the V-cut muscles that went from his hips down, cut off by the towel.

I traced up his body, at the strong chest muscles with occasional water droplets that caused his skin to sparkle. He had another towel in his left hand that he shook against his wet, dark hair. His arm raised, flexing his bicep.

I watched his messy dark hair spike up, before I realized that this whole time, this entire time that I was eying him up – inhaling every detail of his body – he was watching me.

His bright blue eyes were fixed on me.

I pulled the math book up towards me and fumbled for the bed sheet, instantly nervous.

I heard the towel drop to the floor.

Which one?

And then I felt the bed dip.

Almost unwillingly, I turned my head towards him. He was sitting on the bed, the white towel still wrapped low around his waist. I tried to breathe normally, watching his full muscular shape so close to me.

One movement of his strong arm and he could topple me off the bed.

"You don't need to squirm," he said calmly and extended his bare arm over the sheets.

I felt my body tingle even though there was a white sheet between his hand and my leg. He lowered his hand over my leg, slowly going up my leg, and gripping it softly.

I breathed in sharply, "You make me nervous."

His soft lips parted, "I haven't done anything yet."

Is that a promise?

My heart had long forgotten how to be calm. It was doing summersaults and jumping jacks. It was beating faster than I could ever run.

I stared at his handsome face, his chiseled bone structure. Even with a bruise across his chin, he looked like he walked straight out of a movie.

He leaned forwards. I didn't say a word, I didn't move a muscle. The sound of a water droplet or two fell from his body onto the white sheet with a micro splash.

He reached his hand out and slowly took the side of my head in his hand, his fingers sliding through my hair and holding me. His thumb moved around my ear, like he was teasing me with his touch.