Love Block by S. M. West

Author:S. M. West [West, S. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Love Lock Duet, Book 1
Published: 2019-08-15T18:30:00+00:00

10

Pippa

Wiping the sweat off my brow, I bend over, hands on my knees and try to catch my breath. It’s not even nine in the morning, and it’s hot and humid. Today is going to be another scorcher.

To cool down from my run, I walk in large circles, checking out the swanky properties to the left and right and scanning the waterfront for many more.

A loud banging followed by a crash comes from the dingy boathouse to the side of what was once the dock. Someone is in there. I’m halfway across the yard toward the noise when Drew exits, cursing.

I haven’t seen him since last night, and my stomach lurches. Is it going to be awkward? Or will it hurt more?

His light hair is dishevelled, strands sticking in every direction. He hasn’t noticed me and tosses a hammer onto the grass, stomping his foot like a child. Gawd, he’s too cute. I shouldn’t find humor in his distress, but before I can stop myself, I snicker.

His frustrated gaze searches for the sound, landing on me, and our eyes lock. He’s only in shorts; his bare, muscled chest is slick with sweat. I shamelessly feast on him. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him shirtless, and he’s more than grown up. My girly parts cry to touch, lick, smell, taste.

“What’s so funny?” Drew breaks my reverie.

The scent of hard-working man and something undeniably Drew hits my nostrils, and my core clenches. If I take another step, my legs may give out. My hands yearn to roam his broad shoulders and hard chest. I can’t get closer to him, or I’ll mess up our new and fragile understanding. Just friends.

Bile crawls up the back of my throat at the mention of friends. I didn’t agree, nor did I disagree. The truth is, I’ll always be Drew’s friend, even if we did get together and then break up. I can’t think of anything he’d do that would make me mad at him forever.

“Nothing. What’s got you so upset?”

“I thought I could fix the side of the boathouse myself, but I’m going to have to call my uncle.” He bends over to pick up the hammer, and the muscles in his back flex and tighten.

I swallow thickly, gazing elsewhere; thoughts of him carrying me to bed last night flood my sensations, flood my brain, flood my core. I wish I’d woken in his arms. If I had, we might be more than friends today.

“Can I help?” I force myself to focus on the here and now, not a fantasy that Drew will never indulge.

“Nah, I’ll arrange for Uncle John to fix it.” He wipes his brow, squinting with the glare of the sun. “Let’s go inside, and I’ll show you what’s next to work on.”

Like the day before, the hours fly by fast and are filled with physical labour. Luckily, we work well together, and things aren’t tense. We talk and laugh about our childhood with long stretches of comfortable silence.

Once I’m done priming the last bedroom, I peel off my sweaty clothes and hop into the shower.

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