CHAPTER 27
Troy
MY DICK PRESSED against Ana’s ass.
Well, over her clothes, but still. I felt her. And I’m pretty sure she also felt me. Last week. It’s been a week and a half since. And I still feel her.
Even had a dream about it. Actually, two. Two filthy dreams that replay every time I’ve seen her for practice this past week.
Yesterday’s rehearsal was particularly unkind to me and my body.
I had forgotten about this one position that we tried during the first day of our ice dance rehearsals.
The move where she flips in the air, then lands with her legs wrapped around my face, her body facing my face.
And when we repeated that one yesterday morning, the first thought, okay, the second thought, that popped into my head was, when the hell did ice dancing get this sexual?
(First thought being the two dreams I had about her…)
The memory of how soft her skin felt over mine is now burned into my head. Even while I’m grabbing dinner with my friends tonight at Bailey’s, the night before Ana and my last practice until my trip, my brain is miles away from this room.
“Chicken nuggets.”
Brennan nudges my arm.
“Yeah, sure,” I reply.
“Yup,” Conrad nods, “he’s not listening to a thing we’re saying.”
Rubbing my eyes, I shake off the unruly thoughts. “Sorry, I’m just a little tired.”
Brennan slides a cold beer my way. “At least you’ll be on a beach in Santorini in less than a week.”
“Lucky son of a bitch,” Andre grumps.
“Don’t forget to bring me back some olives,” Louis reminds.
“If you’re bringing him olives, then I want fresh Baklava,” Mason requests.
I nod. “Yeah, you bet. Just write me a list of everything you all want, and I’ll make sure to not take it with me.”
Xavier laughs, while Mason and Louis stare at each other, debating whether that was sarcasm or not.
In just a few days I’ll be in Greece with my family.
Even though the only reason I’m still going to this thing is strictly to support my younger brother, at this moment, I’m actually looking forward to the vacation.
I’ll be away from Ana. Which is exactly what I need to reset my mind that what my body has been feeling around her lately is just a natural reflex blamed on science. Yes, science.
God, I sound crazy.
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Ana
“Ana, your shoulders,” Troy reminds me during our solo practice session, our last one before his vacation.
To my surprise, he hasn’t brought up my posture since a few weeks ago, but it still frustrates me just as much now. Because, I’m trying. And he’s not exactly providing me with suggestions on how he thinks it should improve.
“Okay, fine,” I snap this time. “If you want my posture to change, you show me what you want. Because I’m this close to smashing the speaker with my shoe!”
With one confident stride, Troy pins me up against the studio’s wall. He slips his hand behind my neck to keep my head from banging right onto the hard surface.
This close to him, my stomach curls with heat at where his hips are. Right over mine. The way they were over a week ago when our bodies touched like this, but from a different angle. My eyes roll back at the memory of his—fuck.
I snap out of the fantasy.
“There.” Gesturing to my now-relaxed shoulders, his eyes drop to my lips. “Just like that. I knew you could do it.”
He lifts his weight off me.
“See you in a week, Petrov.”
It’s been an hour already?
I’m still pressed against the wall, still trying to catch my breath as Troy takes his gym bag from the floor and leaves the studio.