Heels Over Head by Elyse Springer

Author:Elyse Springer [Springer, Elyse]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Published: 2017-04-02T04:00:00+00:00

August (12 months since everything changed)

I don’t move until Jeremy is half-asleep, lazily watching me through hooded eyes. I kiss the corner of his mouth and push myself up on arms that feel like wet noodles.

“Gonna get a towel to clean us up,” I whisper.

He whines with displeasure, but doesn’t protest when I climb off the bed. Jeremy’s meticulous about keeping things neat, and I know he’ll be annoyed if he wakes up sticky and filthy tomorrow, so I find a washcloth, run it under warm water, and carry it back to the bedroom. I get a sated smile as I wipe him down, and his dick makes a halfhearted attempt to wake back up. But Jeremy’s clearly exhausted from a week of competitions and a long trans-Atlantic flight, and he looks like he’s going to pass out at any second.

Once we’re clean, I drop the washcloth in the hamper—after reminding myself that I’ll get hell for tossing it on the floor—and find my sweatpants. Tugging them on earns me a raised eyebrow from the sleepy man curled up on his bed, but I just lean over and kiss him, pulling the comforter over his gorgeous body.

“I should let you sleep.”

He sighs and nods. “Thank you.” His voice is barely audible, punctuated with yawns. “I liked that.”

“Yeah, I kinda guessed.”

Jeremy laughs softly. My heart clenches, and I want to climb right back into bed with him, but I know he’s not ready for that. With Jeremy I want to be careful not to push too hard, too fast. But, honestly, I’m not ready for that either. It’s been years since I last had anything more than an extended hookup, and I need to take this slow . . . for both of us.

I find my shirt and tug my hoodie on, not bothering with the zipper. “You guys aren’t training in the morning, so I’ll see you after lunch, okay?”

He hums in agreement.

One more kiss, because I can’t resist. Then I flip the light switch off and close Jeremy’s bedroom door to create a physical barrier between me and the temptation of his soft, warm skin.

I toe my shoes on at the door, then find a dry-erase marker and scribble a little note on the white board Jeremy has hanging in his kitchen.

Keep being strong. I’ll be here to congratulate you every time you’re victorious.

Then I’m out the door and into the warm Ohio summer night.

I tuck my hands into my pockets, hunch my shoulders, and start walking . . . but not to the dorms.

Tonight I’m walking to the natatorium. The pool is closed overnight, but it has a key card system that lets us go in and use the gym and mat room whenever we want. I’ve heard Jeremy and Val talk about coming in off-hours to burn stress, or early in the morning if they can’t sleep.

The huge building that houses the pool and gym is eerie at night. The only lights are in the hallways, and everything echoes when my key card grants me access.

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