Page 55 of The Game That Breaks Us (Us 3)
Standing here is so wrong. So wrong. I’d be embarrassed to know he was watching me like this, and yet still I cannot move.
He turns then and I stifle a gasp by biting my lip. My whole body clenches, and a shiver runs down my spine.
He’s beautiful. He’d probably sneer at me if I ever said that out loud, but it’s the truth.
I lick my lips and I stare at him for only a few seconds longer, before I force myself away. I run back to the safety of my room and dive under the covers. Now that I’m away from his potent presence, I feel ashamed of my actions. He had no idea I was there and I was staring like some kind of pervert. But even with my shame, I still feel so incredibly turned on. My body is tight all over with the need for a release I’ve never really had.
“Hey.”
I squeak at the sound of his voice. He saw me.
I pop my head up from beneath the covers, pretending to just be waking up. He stands in the doorway in a pair of loose shorts, his chest glistening with water and his hair damp.
Fuck, he’s way too good-looking for his own good.
“Good, you’re up,” he says. “Wanna go get breakfast?”
“Sure.” My voice is high-pitched and not at all natural.
He raises a brow. “You okay?”
“Just peachy.” I mean, it’s not like I stared at you naked or anything. “Mind if I shower first?”
“Go ahead.” He peeks in the bathroom and pops back in the room. “I’ll grab you a towel and stuff. I forgot I never stocked that bathroom.”
“Cool. Thanks,” I squeak again.
He looks at me with concern and then shrugs and walks away.
I breathe a sigh of relief. He doesn’t know—if he did, he would’ve said something. Bennett can’t keep quiet about anything.
I shower as quickly as possible and then we’re out the door with our bags in hand.
Bennett drives a few blocks over from his apartment to a small restaurant hidden between two larger buildings. The place is quaint and doesn’t seem to belong in the bustling city, but I like it.
“They have the best waffles,” Bennett tells me, sliding his menu to the end of the table.
I slide mine over too. “Waffles sounds good.”
He grins. “So, what do you think of Boston?”
“I’ve been here before. I like it. No place beats home for me, though.” I shrug.
He crosses his hands together. “Home is always special, isn’t it?”
I nod as a waitress comes over to take our order. Bennett and I order the same special and both of us get waters to drink.
Bennett runs his fingers over his face, and I can see how tired he looks.
“I’m sorry about your coach,” I say. I might not know what’s really going on, but it’s obviously pretty bad. I hate that Bennett is so torn up about it—he’s a pretty carefree guy, so this is really eating at him for it to be so obvious on his face.
He shrugs like it’s not as big of a deal as it is. “Thanks again for coming with me.” He slides the peppershaker back and forth from hand to hand. “I … It meant a lot.”
I give him a small smile. “I’m glad me being here made you feel better.” And I’m glad you know I wasn’t staring at your dick this morning. The thought alone brings color to my cheeks.
“Why are you blushing?” he asks wish a slight chuckle.
“No reason.” I look away and up at the TV that plays a news morning show.