Page 86 of So This Is War
“Oh.” I chuckle. “I’m sorry. It’s just more comfortable that way.”
“I get it,” he says. “I’ve seen my fair share of bras being torn off after a long day. But maybe we can leave it on when walking around my apartment?”
“Sure, that’s not a problem.” I reach out and touch his arm. “I’m so sorry I’ve been making you uncomfortable.”
He swats my hand away and says, “Not uncomfortable, just . . . you know . . . aroused.”
“Which leads to discomfort. I get it. I’ll do better.”
“Thank you.” He sighs in relief. “Fuck.” He pushes his hand through his hair. “I thought this was going to be a tough conversation. Thanks for being so cool about it.”
“Not a problem. Anything you need or want to talk about, I’m here for you, Mr. Posey. We’re in this together.”
He eyes me, and I chuckle. “None of that mister shit.”
“Just teasing.” I nudge him with my foot. “Also, I’m very flattered that a man of your stature and attractiveness would be turned on by me. Makes me feel good.”
“Yeah, well, hard not to be turned on by you.”
I smirk. “Stop, you’re going to make my nipples hard, and we don’t want that.”
“Yeah, we don’t,” he says in a haze as his eyes float to my chest.
“Levi.”
“Huh?” His eyes snap up.
“Maybe you should leave since, you know, you’re getting all dazed.”
“Right, yeah. I should go.” He reaches into his back pocket. “By the way, here is a list of things I need done. Think you can do them today? Game tonight, then we leave tomorrow for a few days. I need some suits and new shoes, some snacks for the plane, and a refill on my vitamins. It’s all written down.”
He hands me the list, and I don’t bother looking at it.
“Not a problem. I can get this done for you. Are you headed over to the arena soon?”
“Shortly.”
“Can I grab a ride with you?” I ask. “I left my car there yesterday.”
“Oh, yeah, sure.”
“Great, give me like fifteen. I’ll be ready.”
“Sounds good.”
He takes off, and when my bedroom door is shut, I run over to my phone.
Wylie:He just came to my bedroom. Told me I’m making him hard by going braless.
I move into my bathroom, where I start the shower. It takes far too long for the water to warm up.
Sandie:Oh, didn’t see that coming. So he asked you to put a bra on?
Wylie:Yup. You know what that means?
Sandie:Oh, I do . . .
Wylie:Time for the ultimate push-up bra to take the reins.
