“Not a chance, we don’t have time for that.” I stand with one hand on my hip and the other motioning for him to get moving toward the bathroom.

“That’s where you’re wrong. We always have time for sex, you know how quick I can have you quivering when I go down on you,” he replies with a deeper voice now.

And my body knows exactly what he’s talking about, already reacting to the thought of his mouth on my pussy, causing tingles to race through me.

“Stop it, I’m trying hard to resist you, and that’s not helping. Go!” I yell at him to go and shower.

“Your loss, baby.” He stands there, lifting his orange team shirt over his head, giving me a clear view of his chest. “Guess I’ll have to take matters into my own hands then.” He undoes the button on his jeans and starts to push them down his hips.

Not letting him get any further with his striptease, I rush toward him, spinning his body, and push him toward the bathroom while his deep laugh fills the room.

Pulling the door closed after I give him a shove through it, I walk toward the bed and just sit for a moment as I hear the water start in the shower. My breathing gets a little faster as I question in my head if I’m ready for this. Surprisingly, it doesn’t take long for my head and my heart to be on the same page.

I change into the dress I want to wear, ensure my makeup and hair still look fresh, then I lay out the clothes I brought for Forrest to wear on the bed. I hear the sound of the shower stopping, and his humming to himself in the bathroom has me smiling. It’s almost like the grumpy man I first met is gone and only raises his ugly head occasionally now.

As he opens the door and walks out with steam swirling behind him, I can’t wait any longer, and my heart starts racing for two reasons. One is because of the drop-dead gorgeous man standing in front of me with just a towel wrapped around his waist, wet hair, and his skin still glistening from the dampness. The glint in his eyes tells me he knows exactly how he is affecting me.

But the second reason my heart is racing are the words that are on the tip of my tongue.

“What’s wrong, beautiful, are you okay? You look a little pale.” Forrest’s smile is instantly gone from his face, and he moves toward me.

I hold my hand up in front of me, signaling for him to stop. “I’m okay, I promise, I just need to talk to you,” I begin, trying to get out what I’ve had planned in my head for days now.