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Next Season by Lane Hayes
The Elmwood Stories, Book 2
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I turned on the lamp next to the sectional and followed him to the laundry room where—
Oh. Shit.
The basket of dirty clothes overflowed from its precarious heap, spilling onto the floor.
“Tomorrow’s laundry day,” I commented, kicking a stray pair of boxer briefs out of sight and shoving the basket away from the door with a sheepish half smile.
Jean-Claude didn’t reply. He moved to the fuse box and clicked the latch open. “It looks fine, all the levers are in the right place. Always check this one here…on the bottom, see?”
“Uh, yeah.”
I inched closer to him, nodding along like an idiot. But it was all I was capable of at the moment. I could barely breathe. He smelled so fucking good, like soap and woodsy cologne. Heat emanated from him in waves. Two grown men in a small laundry room, so close the hair on his arms tickled mine…it was too much.
I did my best to pay attention, but I was more concerned about the inferno zipping through my veins than the fucking electricity. I stepped back to give myself room to reset.
“How is your head?”
“My head?” I repeated. “It’s…fine. It doesn’t hurt.”
Jean-Claude smiled. “Good. Well, I should go now. Don’t worry, I will wash your T-shirt and sweats before I return them. I see you have enough laundry to do.”
“Ha. Right.”
That was my cue to step aside and see him to the door, but I couldn’t seem to move. I braced one hand on the washing machine in a not-so-casual pose while my brain catalogued Jean-Claude’s size and strength, the tattoos on his right biceps, the bulge in his borrowed gray sweats. And yeah, my mouth was watering now. He was…hot.
I’d been in countless locker rooms with celebrated, handsome athletes with chiseled bodies and I’d never ever so much as blinked in their direction. I wasn’t gay.
But was I bi?
Something was up with me because I couldn’t deny that I was seriously attracted to this man. I’d been drawn to him since the day he’d come after me for not eating my burger with gusto. I liked his company, I liked his gruff yet kind manners, his melodic accent, and…his smile. I really fucking liked his smile.
I stared at him and damn, I couldn’t look away.
He stepped closer. “You are sure you’re okay?”
“Yep. I’m…” I sucked in a breath and licked my lips. “I’m…oh, fuck it.”
I grabbed a handful of his shirt, yanked him toward me, and fused my mouth over his.
Yeah, I kissed him.
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About the Author:
Lane Hayes loves a good romance! An avid reader from an early age, she has always been drawn to well-told love story with beautifully written characters. She loves wine, chocolate and travel (in no particular order). Lane lives in Southern California with her amazing husband and her fabulous pup, George.
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