They both stood there, quiet and still, and she tried to recover her heart. The sight of Tristan in nothing more than his birthday suit left her feeling dizzy. She’d seen many naked men in her days, though until now, the only one she’d seen in person was Steven. Especially this close up.
“Well?” he finally asked, when she remained silent.
Well? Well… Tristan was much…larger than Steven. Much larger in every way imaginable.
She cleared her throat, knowing her voice would’ve cracked otherwise. “It’s ten in the morning,” she answered with more confidence than she felt.
“And?” But his voice was thick and husky, and she could swear he was having as difficult a time recovering as she was.
“It’s time to go.”
“Is it?”
“Yes,” she said, hating how the tone of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. “And you should really put some clothes on. The people of Utah don’t want to see…that.”
He chuckled, but shifted slightly behind her. “Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but a lot of people want to see that.”
She cringed, because she knew it was true. Like in high school, she knew women lined up to catch the barest glimpse of Tristan.
He moved quietly behind her, his steps so soft you’d never know they came from a man of his size. “You can turn around now.”
She raked her teeth over her bottom lip, taking the very corner and chewing it before turning to face him. He still had no shirt on, his feet were bare, but he wore a pair of old gray sweats resting so low on his hips you could tell he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“Aren’t you freezing?” she asked, feeling a shiver run through her own body.
“No,” he said, leaning against the doorway and crossing his feet at the ankles. A tiny grin teased at the corner of his mouth, and she knew he was having too much fun at her expense.
She turned toward the Mustang, not attempting to hide her irritation. “I brought you breakfast,” she said quickly.
“That’s nice of you.”
“It’s not nice. Just my way of getting your lazy ass out of bed.”
He threw his head back with laughter. “Are you always this pleasant in the morning?”
Pressing her lips together, she wasn’t about to let him pull her into another argument. “We need to go,” she said, turning on her heels and opening the door to her room.
She walked inside, hoping the action would give him the hint to do the same. “I’ll have your breakfast waiting for you in the car.” But before she closed the door, she could swear she caught him smiling.
“My God.” she whispered, resting her forehead against the wall, taking in all the air she’d forgotten to take over the last two minutes. “Three more days. Just three more days of Tristan Montgomery.” She repeated the last words over and over, gathered up the rest of her belongings, and headed for the car.
12
Chapter Twelve
Present day
Samantha threw her oversized pillow to the back of the Mustang, as visions of Tristan standing in the doorway still clouded her mind. It had been over ten minutes, but she could still see each detail of his perfect body. She remembered all of it—his abs, his arms. Though they were larger now, and a scar ran across his right shoulder that hadn’t been there before. For some reason that fact bothered her. She wasn’t sure exactly why—maybe because she wasn’t sure how he got it, but it left her with a weird feeling in her gut.
She’d spent most of her adolescence with the Montgomerys, which meant she also spent a lot of time with Tristan, whose life goal was to see how many hours he could spend of it shirtless. She’d become accustomed quickly, or as quickly one could with a half-naked Adonis lounging around by the pool—but a three-inch long scar was something she was sure she wouldn’t have missed.
Climbing into the front seat of the Mustang, she told herself it shouldn’t matter—but for some reason it did. What had happened? Was that why he’d left Texas U? Mostly, she wondered why Renee had never mentioned it.
She shook her head and lounged back in her seat, knowing she was telling herself lies. She knew the reason… Because she was an asshole, that’s why. An asshole friend who’d kissed her best friend’s brother, then never wanted to hear about him again. Whenever Renee would bring him up, Samantha would quickly turn the subject to something else. Renee was smart and caught on quickly—and stopped bringing him up altogether.
Feeling a little bit shitty, Samantha leaned forward once again and set Tristan’s now cold coffee in the center console. The fact she’d been so shaken by him frustrated her. Yes, he was beautiful man, and yes, he had been naked right there in front of her. But she was a twenty-three year old woman. And an erect penis was something she’d seen at least a thousand times… But this was Tristan. And for some reason, the sight of him made her feel like she was sixteen all over again.