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“Can I help you?” I whisper, not wanting her to mistake this moment as another playful bit in my comedic demeanor.
“Please.” It’s more than a request; it’s her pleading.
“Can you raise your arms for me?” I ask, needing them up for leverage but not wanting to exhaust her further.
Obliging, Fia raises her arms slowly above her head, and I slip my clammy hands inside the band of her bra.
Immediately, her breath catches, and my eyebrows shoot to my forehead, searching her face with worry.
“Your hands are cold,” she chimes, a small smile tilting her lips.
“Shit, I’m sorry. I can run them under warm water.”
My pulse quickens, thinking of the many ways I can warm my ice-like fingers.
“It’s fine. Just keep going.”
Continuing, I gently and quickly lift the tight material over her head. Before me, her rosy, pebbled nipples tighten from the cold air and my fleeting attention. My admiration screeches when I watch as a fit of goosebumps rise from her collarbone all the way down to her fingers.
“Let me turn on the shower. That should warm it up in here.”
Reluctantly stepping away from her, I turn the brass hardware as hot as it will go, praying the steam will arise fast.
“C-Can you get your pants, or—”
“I think I’d like to have your help,” she answers, emboldened by the intensity of this moment.
“Remind me to get you to write that down later.”
She chuckles, and for the first time all night, my shoulders release.
Finding her hips, I tug at the loose grey sweatpants—my sweatpants— making sure to drag her pretty pink panties along with them. Keeping my eyes south, I stop when the bundle of clothing is finally bunched around her ankles.
Delicately, she steps out of each leg of her pants, but lightly grips my shoulders for a secured balance, and God, her anchoring herself on me feels so symbolic.
“I can wait outside,” I repeat, keeping my twitching eyes glued to the tiled floor.
Careful not to allow them to betray me like they’re so desperately wanting to, Fia keeps her slim fingers on my shoulders, but doesn’t answer.
Hearing her labored breathing, I lift my head slowly, unabashedly surveying every inch of her naked body. While noticeably slimmer than she was two years ago, her stature is exquisite.
Toned, creamy legs hold up her strong, lean body, and when I reach the center, she’s glistening. Free of any sight of hair, Fia’s pussy is pink and perfect. Continuing up her body, I freeze when I realize she’s been watching me.
My mouth dries. Any words I was practicing on my trip up her body are now gone. Here I am, on my knees, fully clothed, with Sofia Chandler, bare and breathtaking, standing above me.
I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Clearing my throat, I take a deep breath to repeat myself once more, but she shocks me when she beats me to the punch.
“Will you shower with me?”
CHAPTER 35
FIA
I think I’ve reached my breaking point.
“You’re serious?” Jett hesitates, and I give a sincere nod.
