Spend A Night with My Crush

"Meow~" Lady being all cute.

I facepalmed.

"We gotta hustle and get these boxers back while Jack's still in the shower!"

I sneaked to Jack's room, Lady quietly tagging along.

Just as I was about to drop the boxers back on the bed, Lady leaped up and swung the bathroom door open.

"Lady, you traitor!"

I freaked.

Even more shocking was seeing Jack in the bathroom, fresh from the shower, droplets glistening on his skin.

Those broad shoulders, that narrow waist, the long legs, and defined abs.

They made me feel like I was standing in an inferno.

The boxers in my hand felt like they were on fire.

I quickly covered my eyes, flinging the boxers which smacked right into my face.

I could hear Jack's footsteps getting closer; my nerves tightened, and I was rooted to the spot.

Inside, I was cursing Lady over and over.

So annoying, I wasn't even into him, but Lady made it look like I was some creep!

"I swear, I wasn't trying to steal your boxers, nor did I send Lady to peek!"

"It's all a big misunderstanding, believe me?"

I blurted out, still covering my eyes.

My heart was racing, terrified of being misunderstood, but Jack hadn't made a sound for ages.

I was tempted to look, yet afraid of seeing too much—though I had already seen plenty.

As I was panicking, a warm breath whispered in my ear, sending tingles down my spine.

"Of course, I believe you, Sophie. I trust everything you say," he teased, his chin nearly resting on my shoulder.

Being so close, I could slightly feel his chest muscles through his shirt.

I, speechless, just blinked, utterly lost for words.

Complete nonsense—he clearly didn't buy it.

Obviously, he was enjoying watching me squirm!

"Really, even if it wasn't a misunderstanding, it's fine. We are legally married, after all!"

He paused, then whispered in my ear once more.

His words made me shiver, and my legs nearly gave out.

Luckily, he caught me in time, or I'd have really made a fool of myself.

His strong arms enveloped me, the sensation of his muscles against my skin overwhelming.

I trembled, shoved the boxers into his hands, avoided eye contact, and fled the room.

Lady followed me out, but I slammed the door before she could catch up.

I patted my burning cheeks, then clasped my chest.

Sophie, Sophie, it was just a peek at a hot guy—why the meltdown?

To avoid Jack the next day, I holed up in my room until nine.

But as soon as I opened the door, there he was in the living room.

I was startled, and almost slammed the door, but then Jack's voice stopped me.

"It's Sunday."

Sunday was supposed to be family dinner day at Jack's parents'.

And it was already nine—I was still in my pajamas!

"Why didn't you wake me earlier!" I exploded.

Jack looked hurt.

"I thought you were up late last night," he replied.

I was livid.

Sure, he's got a killer body, but he doesn't need to be so cocky!

Though, admittedly, last night was all about his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and those abs...

Feeling my cheeks heat up, I hastily shut the door.

I rushed through my morning routine and then followed Jack to the car for the ride to his folks'.

As I settled in, Jack reached over, startling me so much that my head hit the window.

I glared at him mournfully.

Jack frowned, then handed me a piece of bread and a milk carton.

"Eat something to settle your stomach, buckle up, and..."

"And what?" I asked.

He tapped his nose, chuckled, and quipped, "And your face is pretty red."