Confusing as hell, I know.
Ever since our phone call a week ago, I can’t get him out of my head. The ideas that cross my mind are everything but friendly. I like us as friends, but I can’t help but wonder if I’d like us as more.
15
Liam
“You know, when I suggested working out, this isn’t quite what I had in mind,” Sophie says between labored breaths. Her chest heaves and her cheeks flush. She tied her hair back in a ponytail, bobbing whenever she moves with light bouncing off the golden strands.
Now that she mentions it, this wasn’t what I had in mind either. I regret my decision to invite her to come with me. My idea of an outdoor workout before the Canadian Grand Prix is biting me in the ass because Sophie looks fuckable.
The past hour has been an endless cycle of me silently cursing up to the sky every five minutes, wondering how I ended up in this position in the first place. My head surpassed the gutter and ended up in the sewer, thinking about how she’d sound with me fucking her.
Yesterday was a close call in my hotel room. I almost messed up, kissing her on my bed. I wasn’t thinking straight, distracted by the way she was laughing and looking at me. She’s so damn unaware of how alluring she is.
I don’t understand Sophie’s stubbornness in denying what we both want, so I follow her plan because I’d rather not push her at the risk of losing her as a friend. It’s laughable how months ago I was scared to have her as anything more than a hookup. I didn’t want to open myself up to another friendship like I had with Johanna, but with Sophie everything feels so damn easy. She dug her heels in and took up a spot in my life, not giving me a chance to push her away despite my creeping anxiety at becoming dependent on her.
I find it hard to ignore how my dick pushes against the fabric of my workout shorts. It’s payback for my stupid plan. She had suggested outdoor yoga by the track, but instead, I convinced her to hit some trails near Montreal. I have little control over my body’s reactions to her when she stands in front of me, ass on display in those tight bubble-gum pink leggings. On anyone else, her Barbie getup wouldn’t work, but on Sophie, everything goes. Don’t get me started on the matching sports bra. What the fuck type of support is that? She calls it fashion while I say it’s torture.
I tuck my dick into the waistband of my shorts to prevent her from catching my hard-on. She remains oblivious to my dilemma as she stares at the view of the city.
I wipe my palm down my face. “You look indecent.”
She flashes her dimples, hitting me with a stunning image of her. “It’s a look. Athleisure is all the rage now.” She throws her arms out and does a circle, giving me a view of everything I want to touch, lick, and fuck. In no specific order.
Athleisure isn’t the only thing raging right now.
“Seriously, where is your shirt? Here. Take mine.” I start to pull my shirt off, desperate for some type of visual protection. Her breasts rise up and down every time she breathes for fuck’s sake. I’ve tried to not look but it gets harder the higher we climb because the more exhausted she gets, the heavier she breathes.
Her winded voice catches when she glances at me removing my shirt, her eyes widening when they land on my stomach.
“No! Put your abs away. No one needs to see that.” She covers her eyes.
Her reactions make me want to say fuck you to friendship. Especially when she peeks at my body through the gaps of her fingers, catching a hint of exposed skin.
Her eyes meet mine before she becomes engrossed in the landscape views. “Oh look, I think I see a squirrel climbing up a tree. I’m going to go check it out.”
My eyes fall back to her butt as she walks away. I consider writing a personal letter of complaint to this legging company she drones on about. Athletic wear my ass. Who can work out in that? More importantly, who can ever get work done in a gym next to someone looking like that?
We climb to the top of the trail after another ten minutes of hiking, getting a great view overlooking the city. I’m thankful to be done climbing because I no longer feel tempted to smack Sophie’s ass while she walks ahead of me.
Sophie collapses on the grass. “I’m done for the day.”
“We still have to get back down.”
She fiddles with her necklace. “I’m pooped. Why don’t you even look winded?”
“Because I work out like an animal every day?” I smile at her. My body looms over her, casting a shadow and blocking her from getting any light.
She groans. “How could I forget?”