How To Win Sam Wheeler

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You know that feeling when you start seeing little stars, and flying unicorns out of utter shock?

No?

Yeah, me neither.

But do you know the one when you don't know what to do so you stuck up, unable to say anything, and spit out water you've been drinking instead?

That, I know very well.

In fact, I may as well have invented that feeling, given the circumstances.
Stacy and I work an afternoon shift at a Cafè, so socializing, for me, should come later. But today, socializing came a few hours earlier, apparently.

I was not prepared to socialize first thing in the morning. Normally, I would have to make way and talk to Stacy and Caitlin, but that's about socializing that I could get in normal mornings.

The handsome stranger was wearing nothing but a dark green towel, tied around his hips and hung so low.
He had muscular, chiseled abs that was tanned enough, as was his broad shoulders, which outlined his body overall.

But I didn’t stare just to appreciate his body – although that was quite distracting – because what caught my eye the most was his eyes. They were deep blue, piercing and mysterious, but not cold.

He was gorgeous, not gonna lie.

“Are you done?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest, his biceps appearing strong.

“Wh-What?” I asked, as my eyes trailed back to his.

“You’ve been staring for a while,” His voice came. It was husky, like he had just gotten out of bed, but it held a tone of amusement.

Kill me. Kill me now.

“No, I wasn’t,” I said.

Stupidly, might I add.

“Yes, you were. I didn’t want to interrupt,” He said. “Not that I was the only one worth staring.”

I felt my cheeks get heated.

“Who are you?” I spoke the very question that was already lingering in the air, just waiting to be asked.

“I’m the new guy next door,” He said. “Caitlin and I are friends.”

I snorted. “Caitlin and everyone are friends.”

“Well,” He shrugged. “She’s a very friendly woman.”

“Oh?” I arched an eyebrow. “Care to explain how her benevolence resulted in you showering at our apartment?”

“I have no explanation,” He said. “My shower was broken, and I needed to shower. Caitlin – being the generous lovely woman that she is – told me I could shower here. And so I did. And here we are.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Really.”

“Uh, huh,” He said. “Does that work for you?”

“Maybe,” I said. “So you just came to.. shower?”

He nodded.