“Leave me alone, Brooke.” I pulled my blanket higher above my head and buried myself in the fluffy heaven.
“Get up, sleepy head,” a voice that was way too deep and far too sexy said above me right before the blanket was jerked from my body.
“What are you doing?” I screeched as I grabbed for the blanket to cover myself back up, but Tucker held it in his hand far enough away from me that there was no way I was going to reach it.
I crossed my arms to hide my breasts that bounced freely since I was only wearing a black tank top and a pair of pajama shorts.
“You promised last night that you would go out on my morning jog with me.” He smiled.
“I did no such thing.” I don’t think I did at least, but I also drank four beers last night and lightweight wasn’t a strong enough term to describe what I was.
“Yes. You did. You told me that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with you because and I quote,” he made little quotation marks with his fingers, “you are the bomb dot com.”
I groaned and threw my arm up over my face to hide my embarrassment.
“Let’s go.” He tugged on the bottom of my foot. “I’m ready to be blown away.”
He was teasing me, and although, I was about to embarrass myself, there was absolutely no way that I was going to back out now. I was too damn competitive.
“Well, get out of my room so I can get dressed.”
“Why?” he asked. “After the bonding we did last night, we’re practically besties. We should be able to dress in front of each other by now.”
He sat down on the edge of my bed and raised his eyebrow in challenge. I knew he was just trying to get a reaction out of me, but something about him thinking that I wouldn’t rise to the challenge pissed me off.
I stood up from my bed and stretched my arms above my head. His eyes immediately dropped to my breasts, and I smiled to myself.
There was a little extra sway in my step as I made my way to my dresser. With my back turned to him, I took a deep breath to force down my nerves and whipped my tank top off. A deep hiss sounded from behind me, and I almost did a little happy dance. I pulled my bra from the top drawer of my dresser and put it on with my back still turned to him.
“So where exactly are we going jogging?” I asked as I clasped the back of my bra.
No response.
“Tucker,” I called out his name to get his attention and looked over my shoulder when he still didn’t answer.
He was still sitting on my bed looking like a god in his cut off T-shirt and a pair of black sweats. His eyes though, they were on me. He was taking in the back of my body as if he was hungry to get a taste.
“Tucker?” I called out again.
“Yeah.” His eyes were on my ass and didn’t move when he answered.
“Where are we going?” I giggled softly.
He looked up to my face at this point, right as I pulled a T-shirt over my head.
“I usually go to the trail at the park.”
“Okay,” I replied before pulling my pajama shorts down my legs and trading them for a pair of yoga pants.
I bent down and grabbed a pair of socks out of my drawer before sitting on the bed beside him and putting on my socks and shoes. Tucker was still staring at me, and he looked like he may have seen a ghost.
“What?”
“I can’t believe you just changed in front of me.”
“You said we were besties now,” I pointed out. I tried to calm the pounding of my heart. There was something about the way he was watching me that I couldn’t shake. There was something about it that made me feel alive.
“Yeah, but I didn’t think you would actually fall for that.”
I didn’t think I would either.
I stood from the bed and stretched my arms once more.
“Well let’s go, bestie. It’s time for me to smoke your ass.”
He stood from my bed and smiled at me. “After you.”
…
“I think my legs are going to fall off,” I huffed.
“What’s wrong? Can’t keep up?”
He was in front of me running backward like a show-off.
“I really didn’t want to show you up on our first jog. I know how sensitive a man’s ego can be.” My words were choppy as I tried to breathe.
“Does that mean you’re going to go on more jogs with me?” He brushed his hair off his sweaty forehead.
“Maybe.”
“What if I sweeten the deal a little?” He had such a playful look on his face, and it was impossible not to smile with him.
“And how are you going to do that?” I asked.
“There is an awesome little waffle place right over there.” He hiked his thumb over his shoulder. “I’ll take you there for breakfast. My treat.”
“Doesn’t that kind of cancel out the workout we just did?”
“Nope. It’s the reason for the workout we just did.” He winked before turning around and leading me to breakfast.
“What do you get here?” I asked as we sat down in a booth right beside the window. My thighs were shaking from trying to keep up with him through the jog. I knew he had taken it easy for me, and I appreciated it. I would have probably been laying somewhere on the side of the trail by now if he hadn’t.
“Chocolate chip waffles,” he said as if there was no other option in the world.
I laughed. “Of course, you do.”
“You don’t like chocolate chip waffles?” he asked, dumbfounded.
“Not really. I think I’m going to get this one with fresh strawberries.” I pointed down to the menu.
“Well, when my waffles come, don’t even think about asking for a bite.”
“What if I want one?” I tightened my ponytail on top of my head.
“Do you want one?”
I wasn’t sure if he was talking about him or the waffle. Either way, my answer was the same.
“Maybe.”