Page 128 of So This Is War
I quickly lie back down on the bed and take in my surroundings.
Hotel room.
Bed.
Topless.
Oh God. The massage last night.
Did I fall asleep?
I look around and see that the bed I’m lying on has been untouched. I glance behind me and notice the cot has been slept in.
No.
No. No. No.
He slept on the cot last night? This is humiliating.
I quickly sit up and find my tank top that’s on the bed as well. I slip it over my head and then push my hair out of my face as I stand. Unsure of what to do, I move around in circles for a second just as the bathroom door opens, flooding the room in light.
Levi steps out in a low-slung towel, droplets of water dripping down his impressive chest, all the way to the deep V in his hips and the smallest patch of hair just above his pubic bone. His pecs flex and bounce when he stops, noticing me just standing in the middle of the room, and when our eyes meet, the slightest of smirks crosses his lips.
“Morning,” he says while moving around me, his fresh soap scent making me feel delirious.
“G-good morning,” I offer while I push my hair behind my ear. “Um, I’m sorry about last night.”
“What are you sorry about?” he asks as he dips into his suitcase and pulls out a pair of briefs.
“Falling asleep while you massaged me.”
He turns his back toward me, and then, to my utter shock, he releases his towel, baring his tight, sculpted rear end to me.
Mother of God.
Two things happen simultaneously.
My legs clench together from the sight of such a perfect rear end and my eyes squeeze shut in horror.
Oh my God, that’s his bare ass.
His bare ass that I want to touch.
Rub.
Bite.
And he just so freely offered it up to me.
Why? Why would he do such a thing?
He turns around and picks up his towel, his playful eyes landing on me. “Don’t sweat it. I’ve fallen asleep while getting massaged before.” He walks by me, and in passing, he tips my chin up, only for his forearm to graze against my breast, causing my nipples to go hard.
Trying to gain control of the way my body’s buzzing, I say, “But you slept on the cot.”
“Yeah, that wasn’t ideal,” he says from the bathroom. “But I survived. Probably a good thing. I needed the punishment after such a shit game.” He pops out of the bathroom, grasping the lotion we used last night. He holds it out to me and says, “Think you can lotion my shoulder blades for me? They’ve been feeling dry, and it’s hard to reach them.”
“Oh, uh, sure,” I say as I walk up to his towering body. I take the lotion from him, squirt it in my hand, and then place my hand on his warm back. His muscles jolt under my touch, and I have to take a few calming breaths to avoid getting excited over the fact I’m touching him.
