I mean, we were already living in the same house. Itshouldbe easy-peasy at this point.
“Your turn,” I said.
“Perfect.” He nodded, grabbing his things before stepping past me into the bathroom. But on his way, instead of taking a wide arc, he stepped close enough that his arm brushed mine.
Just barely.
But it was enough to make my pulse jump and my thoughts scatter all over again.
I moved around the room, pretending to straighten thingsthat didn’t need straightening, giving myself something to do while I waited.
When the bathroom door opened again, I turned around, only to immediately wish I hadn’t.
Because when Theo stepped out in a white T-shirt and black gym shorts, my temperature instantly rose. And while his expression seemed calm enough, his eyes were not.
No, those hypnotizing green eyes were very much alert. Heated.
And possibly a little wild.
Oh boy.I let out a low breath, all my blood rushing to my core and making me feel lightheaded.
“I forgot my toothbrush,” he said, setting the clothes he’d worn earlier on the dresser before grabbing his hygiene bag. “But if you need to use the bathroom for anything else, feel free.”
“Oh—yeah,” I said quickly. And even though I’d used my toothbrush less than five minutes ago, I added, “I need to brush my teeth, too.”
We ended up side by side at the sink, brushing our teeth in silence.
Well… not real silence.
In the proximity of this small bathroom, every single small movement and sound was amplified.
My elbow bumped his.
Then his shoulder brushed mine when he reached for the faucet.
I glanced up at the mirror only to catch him already looking at me.
I quickly looked back down at the sink, not sure what to do with the sudden awareness I was feeling.
The tension building between us was becoming harder and harder to ignore.
By the time we finished and stepped back into the bedroom, my thoughts were a mess.
I hadn’t felt this aware in so long.
Not this on edge.
Like every nerve ending was just waiting for something to happen.
I hovered near the edge of the bed as I tried to figure out what I was supposed to do next.
Do I just climb under the covers and say goodnight?
Pretend like everything was completely normal between us and that I wasn’t trying to find the right way to suggest we just make out right now?
“So…” I said finally, pulling the covers on my side of the bed back. “How do you think tonight went?”
“I think it went well,” he said, turning down his side of the duvet. “I don’t know Diego well enough to know what he thought of it, but at least we seemed to have Ky convinced.”