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I snort at his word choice. In no time at all, we’re on my floor and dragging our feet to my apartment door. With all the mud that’s caked on my clothes, everything feels five pounds heavier. As soon as the door is open and I hear the loud thump of his bag, I’m hobbling around, trying to kick off my rain boots. These things are the goddamn devil! How are they designed for children?
“Ahh,” I cry out as I give up and drop to the floor. Clasping both hands around the boot I push, finally getting some give. The boot comes flying off and out of my hands, hitting the far wall. Mud splatters across the wall. With wide eyes I look to Grant who bursts out laughing a second before I do. With more patience this time, I get the other boot off, taking care not to hurt my ankle further.
“Okay, you shower first. Toss your clothes out here and I’ll wash them.” I can see the indecision in his eyes. He wants to act all gentlemanly and let me go first. “That way, while you shower I can shove all our clothes in the laundry. Save some time.”
“Right.” Bending down, he rummages through his bag before pulling out a pair of dark shorts and a t-shirt. Unzipping another compartment, which absolutely amazes me, he reveals a small toiletry bag.
“My God. What kind of witchcraft is that?”
“You like it? Battlements Inc. gave it to me earlier this week. It’s part of their new Fall collection.”
“I never knew gym bags could be so…large yet compact.”
“It does the trick,” he smirks.
I’m about to say another smart-ass comment when a piece of dry mud cracks off from my shirt and falls to the floor. I’m horrified. Pushing to my feet, I wave Grant towards the bathroom. I can’t have dirt all over my apartment. I don’t have the patience or desire to clean that heavily. A light Swiffer-ing is all I’m really capable of on a good day. If I have to pull out the vacuum, so help me.
When the bathroom door closes behind Grant, I whip off my shirt. I’m almost to my room with my jean shorts undone and unzipped when I realize I’ll need a towel. Spinning, I head back towards the front door where I’ve made the main closet a multi-purpose closet. Half is for coats and winter apparel storage and the other side is for linens and things. I let out an exasperated breath when I see that Luna has once again rearranged the closet. Her borderline OCD is truly scary. Scanning the shelves, I see the towels are second from the top. Of. Freakin’. Course.
Pressing myself into the closet, I extend my arm as far as they will reach. My finger grazes a towel, but I can’t pinch the material. Cursing at Luna under my breath, I jump for it. And miss.
“Oh, you’re so gonna get it,” I say to an imaginary sister. “Revenge will be mine.” I jump again. At just the right moment, I grab a towel and it slides off the shelf. Pulling down every other towel too. The towels hit me in the face, throwing me off balance. I take a step back blindly, but my foot doesn’t land right. I’ve stepped on something uneven and slippery. I yell into the pillow-y softness that is still covering my face and I crash to the ground for the second time today. What the hell?
“Lexi? Are you okay?”
I’m sprawled on the ground like a starfish. Unmoving and hoping the towels make me invisible, I don’t respond to Grant’s question. Maybe he’s calling from the bathroom and he’s not standing above me. No such luck. He moves the towel that’s covering my face. There’s a look of utter delight on his face but he’s trying to hold back his smile.
“I meant to bring all these towels down with me.”
“Yeah,” he humors me from his squatted position.
“I’m just so tired, ya know? Thought I’d rest here for a moment.”
“Logical.”
“It’s just that….” My words trail off when I notice his chest. His very naked and glorious chest. The lower part of his torso is splattered with mud, but there is no hiding his defined six-pack. My eyes are glued to the perfection in front of me. Grant is holding the towel with one hand while the other rubs at a spot on his collarbone. The smirk on his face lets me know he knows exactly what I’m looking at. Thank goodness he can’t read my mind because, whoa, I was thinking really impure thoughts.
“Wh-what are you doing out here?”
“I heard a bang. Wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Mmm-hum,” is all I’m able to get out as my eyes continue to take in every bare inch of him. But my eyes keep going back to what his towel is covering. Curiosity has me in her clutches. Pushing up from the floor, I don’t look away as I stand in front of Grant.
With his free hand, he pushes a wet strand of hair off my shoulder, his fingers gliding down the divide between my breasts. I shiver in delight.
“Lexi,” he says my name like a question, not tearing his eyes away from my chest. The next breath I take shutters in my lungs. I want him.
“I-I think,” my voice is shaky, but determined. What I’m about to say, about to do, will change everything. It’s worth it though. “I think we should conserve water. Shower together.”
In the span of a second, we collide. Jumping into his arms, knowing he will catch me, I smash my lips to his. I hear something hit the ground and realize it’s his towel when both his hands dig into my ass. They don’t stay there for long as he glides a hand up and down my back, stopping quickly to unclasp my bra. It falls away.
Damn, that’s impressive. It’s only when the sound of the shower hits my ears that I notice we’ve been moving this whole time. I reluctantly pull my lips away from his, peppering little ones all over his face before opening my eyes. He stares back at me, eyelids heavy with lust shinning back at me. A small grin takes over my face, as I wiggle out of his arms. When my feet hit the cold tile, the chill cascades up my body. Making me feel even more alive.
I’m holding Grant’s gaze, I haven’t been able to tear my eyes away from the liquid emeralds that are staring back at me, but curiosity is starting to get the better of me. When I do let my eyes trail down his naked body, I gasp.
He is gorgeous. All of him. Every inch.
And my God, were there inches.
