Settling the Score (The Summer Games #1) - R.S. Grey Page 0,30
“Why not?”
I swallowed down a shaky breath. Her workout top was damp and I watched as a single drop of sweat rolled down the front of her neck and disappeared down the center of her chest. She tilted her head, watching me watch her. Maybe it was the endorphins or the sweat or the cut of her tank top, but I found it hard to stay away. Why was it so hard to stay away?
“Freddie?” she asked, pulling my attention away from her body. “All done?”
I hadn’t even started.
I stepped over the weights and waited for her to stop bouncing. Up, down. Up, down.
She smiled and stood. “C’mon. The bench is over here.”
Something changed after that, likely because she was tired of putting up a fight. We stayed together for the remainder of our workout. I spotted her when she needed it, trying my best to keep my focus on her form and not her body. The worst of it came when I was helping her with sit-ups. She was lying on her back and I was leaning over her, holding down her feet and knees to keep her in place. Had we been naked and back in my flat, the position would have meant something else entirely, and my brain was having a hard time separating fact from fiction, right from wrong.
“Ten,” I counted as she sat up.
Her lips came within inches of mine. I caught a whiff of her hair, something sweet and scented.
She leaned back for another sit-up.
“Eleven.”
Her breaths came heavy and her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes held mine and she broke out in a cheeky little smirk after I counted away another sit up.
“You all good there, Archibald?” she asked, falling back to the mat.
“Brilliant. How about you, Foster?”
She glanced away and laughed. “Peachy.”
“Good, ’cause you’ve still got about twenty more.”
She exhaled and sat up, coming within an inch of my face. All I had to do was lean forward and her mouth would be mine.
“Freddie,” she said, jarring me out of my intense staring contest with her lips. “You didn’t count that one.”
“What number were we on?”
She huffed out a breath and collapsed back on the mat. “You were the one supposed to be keeping track.”
Bloody hell.
“Andie!”
I turned in time to watch Nathan Drake, Portuguese soccer player and all-around chum, walk up onto the mat, eyeing Andie like she was his salvation. I tightened my grip on her knees, feeling her pulse jump against my palm. Sure, I’d known Nathan since London and sure, he’d been fun to have around for a laugh, but now that he was stepping closer and smiling at Andie as she was edging out of my grip to stand and greet him, I decided I didn’t like him much. Maybe not at all.
“You two, how you say, exercer together?” he asked, his heavy accent muddling the words. He pointed back and forth between us, but ultimately fixed his attention on Andie as if I didn’t exist.
I stood up and stepped behind her. My shoulder nudged hers and though it was tempting, I didn’t reach out and wrap my hand around her waist. I had Nathan in height and weight. He was smaller than I remembered, and built lean for soccer. Jesus. I sounded like a caveman, even to myself. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d sized up another bloke.
“Yeah, just finishing up, actually,” Andie said, wiping her hand across her forehead. She was sweaty and beautiful, and Nathan was just as aware of it as I was. He dragged his gaze down her legs and nodded with a smile like he was drunk on the sight of her.
“Good. Good. Tonight we are—a few of us are going to dancing,” he said. “Do you want to come?”
Andie glanced over her shoulder at me and then turned back to Nathan.
“Are you inviting both of us?” she asked.
Nathan—as if only then remembering I even bloody existed—nodded his head with a fake smile. “Yes. Yes, the more the marrying!”
He was being overly enthusiastic, with a heavy nod and a thumbs up.
“Oh, okay then. That sounds really fun. I’d love to go,” she said, making his day without even realizing it.
“Freddie?” Nathan asked with a flat smile.
If I said yes, I’d have to go and dance about like it was something I actually enjoyed. If I said no, Andie would be at the club alone with Nathan.
I shrugged. “Not sure, mate. I need to take a look at my schedule.”