12. Chapter 12
Nick
Iwake up early after getting a call from my mom asking for company.
Before I know it, I’m helping her with chores around her house.
She offers me coffee, but I plan to head home after this, shower, and change.
I tell her thank you, but I’ll make coffee there.
Then I remember my coffeemaker is still broken, and I haven’t ordered a new one.
After a string of agitated curse words, I get in my truck and head into town.
New plan: grab coffee, pop into the hardware store next door for a simple coffeemaker to tide me over, then head home to clean up before going to the shop.
I have plenty to do. And I definitely don’t foresee running straight into Lydia.
She looks absolutely stunning with her fresh face and wild hair, wearing jeans that fit her ass perfectly. I haven’t actually seen her ass yet, but I just assume it looks perfect in anything.
As we stand there, soaked in her coffee, I can’t stop grinning while she apologizes over and over, offering to buy me a new shirt. Is she kidding? I don’t give a damn about the shirt. This girl could ruin every outfit I own, and I’d still thank her. I’m just glad I get to see her again.
When she refused to give me her number, I worried she didn’t want me contacting her. Then she explained she needed a new phone, and it put me even more on edge. I hate the thought of someone bothering her, and I want to ask again if I can help.
Since I can’t call or text her, and she didn’t reach out, I started to think maybe she wasn’t interested. But the way she’s looking at me now makes me pretty sure I was wrong. Her breathing hitches a bit, and her eyes are soft.
We’re just standing here, staring at each other in the rain, and I make the mistake of letting my gaze drop down her body.
Big mistake.
Huge.
This gorgeous girl is wearing a simple white T-shirt, now soaked and completely see-through, revealing the white bra underneath. Every man on the street can see everything. She’s perfect.
And my dick decides to say hello.
And apparently, he’s not planning to stop.
Dammit. I shift in my soaking wet jeans, trying to hide my erection like a teenage boy.
Luckily, Lydia doesn’t seem to notice the semi I’m sporting, and when she suggests making a run for her house, I grab her hand and bolt. Hopefully, a sprint through the pouring rain will calm my dick down enough not to scare her when we get there.