It was a mistake. Because to get to the kitchen, I had to walk past him. And do you know what the only thing better than his scent tantalizing me in the hallway was? A fresh hit of it when he was freshly showered and standing less than two feet away.
My mouth watered and my knees locked up before I could walk past.
“Everything… okay?” he asked, both eyebrows lifted as he stared at me.
What was I supposed to tell him? Sorry, couldn’t keep walking, I’m trying not to hump your leg right now?
Absolutely not.
“Fine, just a cramp,” I lied through my teeth, doing my best to keep my breathing shallow. What I didn’t expect was for him to leap into action.
“Where is it? Calf? Shoulder?” He stepped forward, concern etching his face as he scanned me, like he would be able to identify the misbeha
