Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 130380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 522(@250wpm)___ 435(@300wpm)
I was on my third one when a slap sound had my eyes popping open.
I peered up and found Braden.
Shirtless.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked, his mat already laid out beside me.
“I didn’t realize you practice.”
“Good for mobility,” he said simply, and then he was quiet, which I appreciated. I was worried for a moment I’d have another Leo on my hands. Instead, Braden moved through his own practice next to me, the only sound was our breaths as we flowed.
Once we were back in the rhythm, my brain decided to be an asshole and filter through the memory of last night. Leo pinning me with that curious gaze again, the way he’d said he felt like he knew me.
It was like a knife twisting in my gut.
Part of me wanted him to know, wanted him to remember what he’d done to me, to give even one small shit about the girl he hurt all those years ago.
The other part of me didn’t want a single damn thing from him other than to be left alone.
I’d worked hard on letting go of what happened between us — both the good and the bad — and I didn’t want to be reminded.
I wondered how impossible that would be now that his room was two doors down from mine.
And okay, so if I was being completely honest with myself, I hadn’t truly done that much to let go of what had happened. In fact, I’d maybe done the opposite, holding on to those wretched memories and using them to form a block of protective ice around me.
I’d learned to live despite what happened to me. And maybe that made me stronger than if I’d just forgiven and forgotten.
Shaking off the thoughts, I sank back into my practice, and for the next forty minutes, it was just me, my body, and my breath.
It was around six thirty when Braden and I rolled up our mats and tucked them under our arms, walking back into the house. As soon as we shut the back door behind us, my nostrils were invaded with a sweet, mouth-watering aroma.
Braden moaned. “Fuck yeah, pancakes!”
He took off in a run, abandoning his mat at the door. He slid to a stop at the end of the hall and paused, turning back to me.
“Come on,” he said, beckoning.
I didn’t know why I felt so nervous, like I was intruding on something not meant for me. But I offered as best of a smile as I could before placing my mat next to his and following — albeit at a much slower pace.
More and more sound found me as I made my way toward the living room. Rap music, dishes and silverware tinkering, soft sizzling, and then a chorus of laughter. I saw a glimpse of Kyle through the kitchen window, a goofy grin on his face and his hair mussed as he flipped a pancake.
He was shirtless, too.
I didn’t let myself take in his tall, lean build, or the muscles that lined it as I slowly made my way into the kitchen, pausing at the frame just like Leo had last night. And there all three of them were — Kyle making pancakes, Braden pulling plates from the cabinet, and Leo pouring coffee.
Every single one of them without a goddamn shirt.
It was really hard to remind myself in that moment that I hated football players with all those muscles gleaming back at me, the top edge of their boxers peeking out over the band of their shorts. Kyle wore tall tube socks, Braden was barefoot from practice, and Leo had on a pair of house slippers that should have made me laugh but somehow just made him look cozy in the way that had me itching to know what it would feel like to have him curled around me on the couch with the snow coming down outside.
I mentally slapped myself, and just in time for Leo to pop his head up and find me in the doorway. He had a sleepy sort of smile on at first, his hair curling around his ears, but when his eyes trailed the length of me in my leggings and sports bra, something heated his gaze.
“Well, good morning, roomie.”
I folded my arms over my middle, wishing I’d stopped to put a shirt on. “Hi.”
“You made it up just in time for my famous pancakes,” Kyle said.
“She’s been up for hours, dumb-dumb,” Braden interjected. “We just finished yoga out back.”
“You going to do Pilates next?” Kyle teased him.
Braden made a face before socking him on the arm as he passed. “Maybe. Both are great for mobility. Great for picking up girls, too, in case you didn’t notice that I’m vastly outnumbered when I go to a class.”
“We don’t notice because, unlike you, we don’t need to encroach on a women’s fitness class to get laid,” Leo shot back.