Sinful Longing(87)By: Lauren Blakely
“Oh, shit! I’m sorry,” the guy said. He roughly grabbed the door in his hand and eased it back open.
She rolled her shoulder back and cringed. If she didn’t have the use of her shoulder, she was going to be fucked at ballet later tonight. She could not have this two weeks before the Senior Showcase.
“Yeah, well”—Trihn shifted her dance bag to the other shoulder and winced—“be more careful next time.”
“Sorry. I will. Are you all right?” he asked, taking a step toward her.
Her eyes drifted upward, and she forgot all about her hurt shoulder.
This guy was hot. She’d seen all manner of gorgeous men while modeling during the past two years, but this guy was different—less of a pretty boy with no coifed hair, oil-slicked body, or perfectly waxed…everything.
He wore a fit NYU T-shirt and running shorts that accentuated his muscular physique. He had sandy-blond hair that wasn’t flawlessly groomed. Some of it fell into his electric-blue eyes when he looked at her. Concern was written on his face, and she felt her body humming to its own tune when he smiled at her.
“Um…yeah. My shoulder. Dance.”
Am I even coherent?
He smiled wider. “Sorry about that. I didn’t know anyone was on the other side.”
She cleared her throat and shrugged her dance bag higher. Why is his smile so disarming?
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Seriously, are you sure your shoulder is all right?”
She dropped her bag and then dramatically rolled both shoulders to show him that she was fine. But then she flinched, ruining the effect. “Actually, I’m not sure. We’ll see how it goes.”
“Well, let me give you my number, and if you need to see a doctor or anything, you can give me a call.”
Trihn ignored the flutter in her stomach. “Sure. I don’t think I’ll have to go but just in case.”
Right. Just in case.
Trihn handed over her phone, and he punched in his name and number. Before she could take it back, he clicked the Send button.
He smiled at her again. “Now, I’ll know it’s you,” he explained.
Yeah. Definite flutters.
She glanced down at the screen. “Preston.”
“That’s me. And you are?”
Thank you so much to all the fabulous people who played a role in this book getting in your hands. I am immensely grateful to Sarah Hansen, Steph Bowers, Jesse Gordon, Kara Hildebrand, Kelley Jefferson, KP Simmon, Jen McCoy, Kim Bias, Helen Williams, and Lauren McKellar, among many others. Thank you to the amazing bloggers and reviewers who spread the word and share their love, to the readers who make everything possible, to my author friends who keep me sane, and to my family who I love dearly. Thank you to my dogs! Love, hugs and kisses to all of you. You are beautiful.