14. Dalton
FOURTEEN
DALTON
YOU KNOW YOU LIKE A SLUTTY LITTLE SHORT CHAPTER…
I walked out to my car, trying and failing to hold back a grin. I knew I should be upset about the injustice of Ari’s situation.
And I was, on principle. But it would be a bold-faced lie if I didn’t admit that Ari needing me to be her fake boyfriend was the best news I’d gotten in a while.
If she’d burst into my post-workout shower two seconds later, she’d have caught me trying to relieve the hard-on I’d had since stepping into the gym. Seeing her standing there with those damn spandex shorts and a shirt with my team name across her chest, yelling out instructions—I was done for.
“Come on, Dalton, that all you’ve got?”
“Give me more.”
“Harder. Drive. Drive. Drive…”
How the fuck was I supposed to work under those conditions? Were there any cues that wouldn’t have me fighting for my life not to pop a boner during a workout? I’d have to wear five pairs of spandex shorts from now on. Or think about the face my father made when I disappointed him.
The smile fell from my face, and I shook my head, attempting to brush off the negative thoughts as I plopped into the driver’s seat. This situation was complicated.
But damn, was it worth it to get to see her again.
Worth being her boyfriend…even if it was fake.