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.That s just my opinion though. We slept late! Come in and helpme get Conner up and make somecoffee! she said.Conner was still asleep, coversover his head, moaning that he neededjust five more minutes and then he calledme Mom.He s such a jackhat.I had to help Lea yank his body off the bed.Weended up spraying water on his face toget him to sit up and open his eyes.Torturing him like that, I have to say,was quite enjoyable.Lea, in her usual adorable way,knew exactly what she needed to do tokeep him awake.She invited him toshower with her.I had to make the damncoffee. Stay for coffee, Shane, but let'sskip the run today, okay? Connerlaughed as Lea yanked him into thebathroom.I chuckled from the kitchen, Enjoy yourself, Conner! I waited forthe coffee pot to fill up (it felt like afreaking hour), poured myself a cup of coffee, and listened to the two of themsinging in the shower.When my ears were just about tostart bleeding from their awful singing,the most beautiful creature quietlyslipped into my sight.She wore a tinylittle black tank top and a pair of boyshorts.I gripped the table with my handsand forced my eyes to stay on hers andnot leer at every other inch of her bareskin I could find.Trust me, I wanted tolook at those gorgeous creamy legs andthe way those tiny shorts wrappedthemselves around her hips; but I didn't.I deserved some sort of a freakinmedal for it, that s how damn hard itwas.That s how damn hard I was. Morning, Sunshine! I said; voice screeching as if I was just hittingpuberty.Not embarrassing at all.She poured a cup of coffee andstirred in some sweetener.I watched herhands as she made it, burning thememory of how she took her coffee inmy mind.Tilting her head shyly at me,she smiled. Good morning.Um, do youcome here for coffee every day? sheasked.My legs started nervouslytapping against the legs of the table so Istood up and pushed my hands throughmy hair, trying to straighten my cloudybrain. We were going on a run, but heslept late.I'll be out of your way in aminute, I explained.Her beautiful eyessparkled at me and of course, I couldn t control my mouth, Unless you feel upfor running with me? The horrible singing echoed inthe background and she gave me aquestioning look in the direction of thebathroom.It made me wonder how shewould sound singing in the bathroom, orreally how she d look.She smirked as if she could readmy damn mind.I laughed, Why the hell are youlooking at me like that? No stringsattached.I'm seriously just asking if youwant to go running with me.Nothingelse. She pointed to herself, runningher fingers quickly across her body. And you're not going to start jokingabout me standing in front of you withthis on, she asked.Damn, girl.Do youunderstand how hard it is not tofreakin look at your body right now?God, I wanted to look at whereshe pointed.I wanted to see all thedetails I was missing, but I just focusedon her eyes. Well, I'm sure you'llchange if you want to go running. Voice.Cracking.AGAIN.Bubbles of laughter burst out ofher, Who are you and what have youdone with that male chauvinist pig calledShane? I rolled my eyes at her. Har,har, har.You coming or not? Sure.Let me just change. Sheturned and walked away.I froze and my heart thudded inmy throat.Never, never was I ever thisaroused before.She walked away, andmy eyes dropped to the creamy skin ofthe perfect roundness of her ass peekingout from the bottom of her shorts.Herlong, dark, silky hair fell in a sexy messthat draped over her shoulders and back.My mouth went dry, and a soft muffledsigh escaped my lips.When she was fully out of mysight, I ran to the kitchen sink andsplashed icy cold water over my face.Conner and Lea continued theirscreeching melodies in the shower.Ithought about garbage, dead people, hell; anything to erase the most perfectbackside I just witnessed.I needed toget this girl out of my system before shekilled me.Grace met me in the living room,dressed for running.I still saw her halfnaked.I opened the door for her andstarted stretching without a glance in herdirection.We ran for two hours in beautifulsilence.Just the sound of her breath nextto me was all I needed.We ended the run by herapartment and she held the door open forme, walked straight to the refrigeratorand threw me a bottle of water.There was a subtle shimmer in her eye. I'm going to take a shower, she said and left me standing alone in thekitchen.I stood there like an idiot for aminute trying to decide what I shouldd o.Do I just leave? Jump in theshower with her? Maybe stay and makeher something to eat? We left to runwithout having anything but coffee thismorning.I leaned heavily on the counter,trying not to imagine her with a soapylather all over her body.I busied myselfmaking a lunch for us.I made turkeywraps with an olive salad.Then I satand waited.Twenty minutes.Chicks andtheir long showers, I don t get it.Thirty minutes.Isn t she going to be all pruney by now?One hour.The shower still ran.What.The.Hell.An hour and thirty minutes.There's no way there was warm waterfor that long in a building this old.Iwalked into the hallway to knock on thedoor to see if she was okay.Before my knuckles could rap onthe door, I heard the pipes squeal and thewater shut off.I leaned against the wallby the kitchen, waiting to see if she wasokay.She came out wrapped in a towel,shaking; water dripping from her hair.Her skin looked almost blue, but hereyes were red from crying.She lookedlost.Haunted.I couldn't hide the look ofsurprise on my face even if I tried.There was so much more to Grace than I knewabout, and the more I got to know, themore I opened my heart for her. I made lunch, if you're hungry, I whispered.I wish I could take awayyour pain.Her cheeks colored, making herlook alive again. Yeah, sure [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.That s just my opinion though. We slept late! Come in and helpme get Conner up and make somecoffee! she said.Conner was still asleep, coversover his head, moaning that he neededjust five more minutes and then he calledme Mom.He s such a jackhat.I had to help Lea yank his body off the bed.Weended up spraying water on his face toget him to sit up and open his eyes.Torturing him like that, I have to say,was quite enjoyable.Lea, in her usual adorable way,knew exactly what she needed to do tokeep him awake.She invited him toshower with her.I had to make the damncoffee. Stay for coffee, Shane, but let'sskip the run today, okay? Connerlaughed as Lea yanked him into thebathroom.I chuckled from the kitchen, Enjoy yourself, Conner! I waited forthe coffee pot to fill up (it felt like afreaking hour), poured myself a cup of coffee, and listened to the two of themsinging in the shower.When my ears were just about tostart bleeding from their awful singing,the most beautiful creature quietlyslipped into my sight.She wore a tinylittle black tank top and a pair of boyshorts.I gripped the table with my handsand forced my eyes to stay on hers andnot leer at every other inch of her bareskin I could find.Trust me, I wanted tolook at those gorgeous creamy legs andthe way those tiny shorts wrappedthemselves around her hips; but I didn't.I deserved some sort of a freakinmedal for it, that s how damn hard itwas.That s how damn hard I was. Morning, Sunshine! I said; voice screeching as if I was just hittingpuberty.Not embarrassing at all.She poured a cup of coffee andstirred in some sweetener.I watched herhands as she made it, burning thememory of how she took her coffee inmy mind.Tilting her head shyly at me,she smiled. Good morning.Um, do youcome here for coffee every day? sheasked.My legs started nervouslytapping against the legs of the table so Istood up and pushed my hands throughmy hair, trying to straighten my cloudybrain. We were going on a run, but heslept late.I'll be out of your way in aminute, I explained.Her beautiful eyessparkled at me and of course, I couldn t control my mouth, Unless you feel upfor running with me? The horrible singing echoed inthe background and she gave me aquestioning look in the direction of thebathroom.It made me wonder how shewould sound singing in the bathroom, orreally how she d look.She smirked as if she could readmy damn mind.I laughed, Why the hell are youlooking at me like that? No stringsattached.I'm seriously just asking if youwant to go running with me.Nothingelse. She pointed to herself, runningher fingers quickly across her body. And you're not going to start jokingabout me standing in front of you withthis on, she asked.Damn, girl.Do youunderstand how hard it is not tofreakin look at your body right now?God, I wanted to look at whereshe pointed.I wanted to see all thedetails I was missing, but I just focusedon her eyes. Well, I'm sure you'llchange if you want to go running. Voice.Cracking.AGAIN.Bubbles of laughter burst out ofher, Who are you and what have youdone with that male chauvinist pig calledShane? I rolled my eyes at her. Har,har, har.You coming or not? Sure.Let me just change. Sheturned and walked away.I froze and my heart thudded inmy throat.Never, never was I ever thisaroused before.She walked away, andmy eyes dropped to the creamy skin ofthe perfect roundness of her ass peekingout from the bottom of her shorts.Herlong, dark, silky hair fell in a sexy messthat draped over her shoulders and back.My mouth went dry, and a soft muffledsigh escaped my lips.When she was fully out of mysight, I ran to the kitchen sink andsplashed icy cold water over my face.Conner and Lea continued theirscreeching melodies in the shower.Ithought about garbage, dead people, hell; anything to erase the most perfectbackside I just witnessed.I needed toget this girl out of my system before shekilled me.Grace met me in the living room,dressed for running.I still saw her halfnaked.I opened the door for her andstarted stretching without a glance in herdirection.We ran for two hours in beautifulsilence.Just the sound of her breath nextto me was all I needed.We ended the run by herapartment and she held the door open forme, walked straight to the refrigeratorand threw me a bottle of water.There was a subtle shimmer in her eye. I'm going to take a shower, she said and left me standing alone in thekitchen.I stood there like an idiot for aminute trying to decide what I shouldd o.Do I just leave? Jump in theshower with her? Maybe stay and makeher something to eat? We left to runwithout having anything but coffee thismorning.I leaned heavily on the counter,trying not to imagine her with a soapylather all over her body.I busied myselfmaking a lunch for us.I made turkeywraps with an olive salad.Then I satand waited.Twenty minutes.Chicks andtheir long showers, I don t get it.Thirty minutes.Isn t she going to be all pruney by now?One hour.The shower still ran.What.The.Hell.An hour and thirty minutes.There's no way there was warm waterfor that long in a building this old.Iwalked into the hallway to knock on thedoor to see if she was okay.Before my knuckles could rap onthe door, I heard the pipes squeal and thewater shut off.I leaned against the wallby the kitchen, waiting to see if she wasokay.She came out wrapped in a towel,shaking; water dripping from her hair.Her skin looked almost blue, but hereyes were red from crying.She lookedlost.Haunted.I couldn't hide the look ofsurprise on my face even if I tried.There was so much more to Grace than I knewabout, and the more I got to know, themore I opened my heart for her. I made lunch, if you're hungry, I whispered.I wish I could take awayyour pain.Her cheeks colored, making herlook alive again. Yeah, sure [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]