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Finally .

I swear I didn’t mean to walk in on her in the shower. I tried to work, barely ate lunch, then went back there looking to find relief, some distraction, from obsessing about her, about the hammock, about how good she looked in that goddam bathing suit. But I’m definitely not sorry about the mix-up.

Best mistake ever.

And then she told me to stay. Standing there, half naked, with water trailing down her insane body. Like a fucking reprieve.

I already thought Sasha was hot. Objectively, she is. But she’s so much more—she’s a supernova. And when she looks up at me from the bed, her green eyes blazing, hair tangled and wet against the white comforter, cheeks flushed, her naked body forcing me to admit that her three-mile runs are more than plenty, I wonder if there’s anything I don’t like about her.

I like when she’s throwing down over a hoodie, I like when she’s scowling at me, I like when she takes control on set, and I definitely like when she shoots me a wicked smile now on the heels of a stupid condom joke.

I like her ski jump nose. The birthmark on her hip. The fact that she’s ticklish around her ribs.

I definitely like her naked and pressed up against me. Though I will hold out.

I like her. And now I’m gonna show her how much.

TO-DO

Sasha.