“It will have to do…for now.” He got up, as did I. “Are you going to be at the hospital today?”
I nodded. “For this mural, I’m going to be there for a while.”
“If I distract you, will it take longer?” He grinned, already preparing to run again.
“Don’t distract me!”
“You say that now.” He winked, waving at me before taking off.
I noticed he was going much faster than he had when running alongside me. He must have been holding back.
Falling back on the bench, I noticed Taigi had finally settled down, sitting next to it without a care in the word. He barked at me.
“Fine. Fine. It’s all thanks to you.”
He barked again and put his head down.
“You're still my favorite, I swear.” I laughed, petting through his fur. It really was all thanks to him that today was starting off well…even though my legs felt like jelly.
Yep, definitely going to need ice.
Chapter Thirteen
Winners and Losers
Eli
Twice in less than twenty-four hours, I was forced to subject myself to a cold shower thanks to Guinevere Poe. Two days before, I wouldn’t have thought of her like that; I wouldn’t let myself. However, the second I admitted it, I felt like a barrier fell down and I could see her in ways that…left me feeling hot. My mind put all the pieces of her together like a puzzle. I hadn’t realized I had already felt so much of her. I knew she had dainty feet from the time I wrapped her ankle, smooth skin from the time I tried to take the wedding dress off her, which was also how I remembered what her back looked like, and how full her breasts were.
Not now. I groaned to myself, grabbing my bag, though I smiled at the shoes she had given me. When I came out into my living room, I saw Logan sitting on my counter, eating my cereal. “Shouldn’t you be at class?”
“It’s Saturday. Why were you smiling when you came out?” he asked mid-bite.
“None of your business—” I stopped, wanting to ask him a question. “What do you think of Guinevere? As a woman?”
He grinned wide.
“Before you start with your foolishness, just answer my question.”
“Honestly?”
“No, lie to me. Yes. Honestly.”
“She's super hot,” he said seriously.
I kind of wished he had lied. “You’re just saying that to see if you will get under my skin.”
“No.” He shook his head. “When Sebastian first introduced us, I thought that too. She has a really nice smile. I thought she was actually one of the models for his magazines, and then realized her body was way too sinful for that. I mean, how full her bre—”
“Stop,” I snapped at him. Before I beat you over the head with that bowl.
“What? You asked.”
“I asked you to tell me what you thought of her as a woman, not give me a rundown of her body.”
“Aren’t bodies pretty much a big part of what makes up a woman?”
Why am I talking to this kid? “Just forget it, never mind.”