Free Overcoming Fear (Growing Pains #2) by K.F. Breene Page B

into those trim hips and
then explode into two powerfully built legs. He was spectacular.
And he was nearly naked. Two steps. Two steps away, then she could
actually touch him. It was too close.
    She needed to go home.
    “Oh holy moly,” she muttered as she
accidentally looked down that body, past the beginning of his
fire-engine red boxer briefs, to his sizable package. It was cold,
it should have been small—right? Wasn’t that how it worked?
    Sean looked at her when she spoke, saw her
looking at him like a man-eating lion, and got beet red.
    “ You must not do that,
Daniel-san,” Krista said, turning away sheepishly. “I have been
without for too long.”
    “I thought you had a booty call to ease
your…tension?” Sean said as clothes rustled.
    “I cut him loose. It felt
wrong. Then it felt really wrong when he said he loved me.”
    “Hmmm.”
    “Don’t ‘hmmm’ me. I was up-front the whole
time. From day one. And I reminded him periodically.”
    “I always did, too. You
know, when I was in my womanizing days?” He paused to let the allegation sink in.
“And you never caught on that he had feelings for you?”
    “No! Absolutely not. Not really. I always
thought he was on the same page. Mostly.”
    “I always thought so, too. Mostly.”
    Krista turned around in anger, “What—“
    Sean was butt naked. He was grabbing a pair
of sweats, confident that she wouldn’t peek.
    There was no problem with
shrinkage. His very large man parts were in full view. Krista flinched,
then squeaked, then turned around again, hoping he didn’t
notice.
    “Peeping Tom.”
    “If you don’t want me to peek, don’t rile me
up! Or change in your room! Back to the topic at hand, what guy
wouldn’t be happy in that situation? Men are always saying that is
the ideal situation! I have been dumped for that reason. More than
once!”
    “Ideal for twenty-one-year-old men, maybe.
But you are a catch. The guy probably thought you would come
around.”
    “I don’t know about catch, but yeah, that’s
what he thought. His own fault.”
    “My line every time.”
    “Can I turn around now?”
    “You haven’t already?”
    Krista turned to see him
looking at her with a knowing smile. She narrowed her eyes and
balled her fists. “I was completely up front about it!
Com plet ely up
front. The whole time! How is that my fault?”
    “The same way it’s my fault when I do the
same thing. At least, so you would have me believe. A certain label
you affix me with comes to mind.”
    “Everyone puts that label on you!” It was
out before she realized it. Pain flashed across his face. He didn’t
try to cover it up.
    “I know,” he said quietly, and tossed her a
pair of sweats and a shirt.
    “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that,” she
took off her sopping wet shirt.
    “I know people say it. And once, not very
long ago, it was true.”
    Not thinking, she stripped
out of her sweats and down to her panties, which were lots bigger
than her bathing suit—she had to do laundry—so she wasn’t concerned about
exposure. Just a little embarrassed about
Granny-Panties.
    “I haven’t been with Monica since that one
night,” Sean admitted. “I could have been. Guilt free, I could
have. But I didn’t.” He turned around, giving her a chance to
change.
    She thought about going to the bathroom;
privacy would have been best obviously. The only thing was, she
didn’t want to pause this conversation. Also, she was freezing her
ass off. So she quickly stripped out of her wet clothes, like a
fool, and tried to get into his sweats before he turned and caught
her naked.
    “Why did you stop seeing her?” Krista asked,
quickly turning the sweats right-side out. Evidently she should
have checked the merchandise before she went and stripped down to
bare skin.
    “Wait, no under-roos? I have to free-ball
it?” She muttered to herself, eyeing the giant sweats made for a
monster, and a shirt the same size. She might as well flash him
right