back up I'm face to face with Trip Logan. "Oh, Trip, it's you."
"Hi Jillian." He reaches down to a bench, grabs a towel, and begins to mop his brow. His chiseled body is glistening with sweat. The sight of him in just a pair of shorts makes me gulp. My original assessment of him as a Greek god was correct.
"I was, uh, out for a walk."
He smiles at me as he moves closer and drapes the towel over his neck. "Uh-huh. You know, Jillian, for a girl who needs to avoid me, you sure do seem to run into me a lot."
"Coincidence."
"Coincidences are destiny's favorite trick when it comes to romance."
"I already have someone, Trip. I thought we cleared that up."
He grabs a bottle of water from his gym bag, takes a sip, and puts it on the bench. "I still can't get that night out of my head, Jillian. That feeling hasn't gone away." He reaches out, tilts my chin up, the way he did at the dance. My pulse quickens as his touch brings the now familiar electricity.
"Trip, this isn't a good idea. I…I really should go."
"You don't have to. We're just talking."
"Talking with you is dangerous."
"Why? You afraid it might lead to something that you actually want to do?"
"Trip, I really need to go. Being here is not a good idea."
He moves a bit closer, locks eyes with me. "You know you're attracted to me, Jillian. We're meant to be together. Why are you fighting it?"
My heart rate kicks up another notch. "Because I love Ryan."
He nods. "You may love Ryan. But you want me."
And I know what he says is true.
"You know I do things to you that he doesn't." He gently takes my shoulders and pulls me closer.
His look, his touch, take my breath away and render me powerless. I can't stop myself. My hands come up like they have a mind of their own and rest on his sides, then slide forward as I run them across his washboard abs. The sensation steals my breath and sends fireworks through my heart. "Oh. My. God."
"Problem?"
"Not with your body."
"It's all yours if you want it."
I'm staring at his abs, his chest, hypnotized by the feel of his muscles. It's like nothing I've ever experienced. "Please, Trip. Let me go."
He takes his hands off my shoulders and gives me a casual smile. "Nothing's keeping you here, Jillian. You can leave anytime you want."
My head tells me to leave but my feet seem to be stuck in cement while my hands are busy exploring. They slide up onto his chest, then across his shoulders and around his neck as I look up into his eyes.
"Thought you were leaving."
"I really need to go, Trip."
"So go."
"I…I can't."
He licks his lips as he looks down into my soul. "Do you want something?"
I'm craning my neck as I look up at him. "I do, but…you're awfully tall."
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