Chapter 13

I shifted nervously on the recliner I was lying on. I was trying so desperately to focus on the book that I held in front of me but it proved to be harder than it should be. I have been on page thirty seven for the past at least thirty five minutes. My eyes kept sweeping past the words without really understanding what I was reading.

One would wonder what got me so unfocused. The mere mention of it was so embarrassing but how is a girl supposed to be focused on anything when all she can see is a really built shirtless man with swim briefs and water dripping down his entire torso.

Yes. It is exactly who I would rather it wasn't. Jason. My roommate's father.
Was it wrong that I was ogling him? Yes, absolutely, on so many levels. Did I want to stop? Absolutely not. He was the best eye candy I had ever laid my eyes on and for now, I was going to pretend he wasn't Bree's father.

I was spread out on a recliner by the side of the pool, soaking in the sun and supposedly reading, clad in a black two piece swimsuit with a waist wrap.
Well, to be fair, I was reading before he showed up shirtless and with a towel wrapped around his waist.
When he came out, we acknowledged each other's presence but the awkward air was still there, and we continued doing what we were there for.

It was hard enough taking all that in because my oh my was he hot as hell. But then he made it worse when he loosened the towel from his waist and I was a goner. He revealed blue swim briefs that revealed a lot. I almost sank into my chair and only calmed down when he jumped into the pool.

But still, watching him as water trickled down his chest of muscles and looking at his arms flex as he swam was enough to do damage to a girl's every focus.

So currently, I was peeking above the book I was reading to sneak glances at him.

But then something happened.
I gasped audibly as his eyes suddenly caught mine. I froze as my eyes widened in shock and he chuckled lowly before I quickly rose my book to block his line of sight.

Shit shit shit. Stupid Andy.
My mind worked extra fast in trying to cover up the whole thing.
So, without thinking, I gasped again as I stared intently at the book in front of me and giggled right after before turning to the next page.

It seemed silly, especially since we did make eye contact but a part of me hoped it worked and he just didn't notice.

It didn't.
After about three minutes, I heard the water splash around him as he made his way out of the pool. I so badly wanted to sneak another glance at him but it was too risky, so I stayed put.

Now, imagine my surprise when after about two minutes of probably toweling off, I heard his footsteps walking towards me. I prayed that he just wanted to pass where I was seated to go to his destination but no. That wasn't it. My greatest fear manifested as he sat down on the recliner beside me.

I swallowed nervously as I tried to pretend he wasn't there but seriously, this was the man I had been eyeing all afternoon and now, he was sitting right beside me. Why the hell was he sitting right beside me?!

I was trying so hard to keep my cool together but then he spoke, crashing all my efforts in one go.



"Hi there," he said, actually trying to talk to me.

I attempted to pretend I didn't hear him, but it was becoming too obvious. So, I decided to acknowledge him.

I glanced at him briefly, fearful of going crazy if I stared too long. Especially not with that body.
Shut up Andy!

"Hi!" I said sharply, before quickly turning back to my book and flipping to the next page.

I could feel his stare burning the side of my head. He didn't say anything, he just kept staring and it was burning holes into the side of my face. I ignored it for as long as I could before I finally could not take it anymore.

"Is something wrong?" I asked and a low chuckle escaped his lips.

"No, nothing" he said and I clenched my fists in annoyance. It was beginning to sound like he was doing it intentionally.

I knew it was his house and everything and my next statement was probably rude but I needed to ask.

"Why exactly are you sitting right beside me?" I asked and he raised an amused brow.

"Well, I do own the house, no? I thought I could sit anywhere I liked." He said, a little cockily, and I bit the inside of my mouth anxiously. The man obviously had a point but still.

Then I smacked my lips before talking again.

"Yes, that is true. But, of all the recliners here, of all the chairs here," I started, pausing to gesture to them, before I continued "you chose the one right beside me. Why?" I asked again.

A smirk made its way to his lips and I quickly looked away. Everything he did made my skin jump. What felt like a solid minute passed with him seemingly studying me, before he answered.

"Well, I was helping you, of course" he finally said and I frowned in confusion.

"Helping me? With what?" I asked, my confusion glaringly obvious. It was literally written all over my face.

"Well, I brought the show to you. You don't have to peek over your book to watch me. You can just stare at me better now that I'm beside you. You should take pictures while you are at it." He said and I froze, visibly shocked before blood crawled up to my cheeks.

I was so sure my entire face was red. The embarrassment that creeped through my body was simply too much.

I raised my book up again.

"I don't know what you're talking about" I said, trying to sound non chalant but I sounded anything but.

"Hm, I'm pretty sure you know exactly what I'm talking about" he said and I swallowed.

"Nope," I smacked my lips, before I continued "I have been reading my book since I got here" I said, gesturing to the book I was holding.

"But not since I got here" he said and my skin crawled with embarrassment. He noticed from the start? Ughhh.

"Again, not true. I don't know what you're talking about" I said and he hummed in mock understanding.

"So, tell me then, why is your entire face so red?" He asked and I dropped my book on my laps immediately and began to fan myself with my hands.

"My skin reacts to the sun that way sometimes" I lied through my teeth but it didn't even matter because I could tell that he wasn't buying my bullshit.

"Right" he said and I nodded in agreement.

"Well then, maybe try going into the pool? It could help with that, cool you off a bit" he suggested, even though he knew I was lying.

I grabbed the suggestion by its neck immediately. Anything to get away from him and that conversation.

"As a matter of fact, that is an amazing idea" I said, hurriedly setting my book aside and standing up. I untied my waist wrap from my waist revealing my full swim trunk. I swear, I could feel his eyes raking up and down my entire body. I almost smirked, almost.

I made my way into the pool, definitely not by jumping in it. As soon as I stepped in, I breathed softly, the water instantly calming my entire system. I sighed in relief as water circled my entire body, calming me instantly.

I could still feel his eyes on me, so I backed him but that still didn't help.
I groaned under my breath and held my breath before sinking my entire body under the water, disappearing from his view.

I relished in the peace that it brought me every single time I did it. That is, until that peace was completely destroyed when strong arms pulled me straight out of the water without warning.

I gasped as I resurfaced, confusion written all over my face. My eyes scanned the culprit, whose hands still held my arms steadily.

Jason Miller. I frowned deeply in confusion as my eyes met his. Well, that was until I realized he was holding me and my eyes trailed down his wet body. I had to blink out of the trance I was about to be stuck in.

"What are you doing?" I managed to get out and he cocked his head to the side, like he was trying to read me.

"I should be asking you that question" he said and I looked at him in confusion.
Huh?