Chapter 26-Knowing My Stepbrother
Helanie:
Now, we stood in front of his car, wearing rubber gloves. He handed me a cloth and began pouring soap into the bucket.
I watched him do that for a few seconds before he straightened up and glanced down at his damp shirt and jacket.
"What are you doing?" I nearly choked as he shamelessly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, his abs now fully on display.
"What? Am I supposed to keep my body trapped in there?" He shook his head slightly, a silent way of calling me ’silly,’ before reaching for the sponge in the bucket.
"Okay, but stay away from me," I muttered under my breath, hoping he wouldn’t hear.
He started scrubbing the car with an intense focus, making his muscles flex even more. I hated how often my eyes drifted in his direction. But soon enough, we were both too busy with the task at hand to pay attention to ourselves.
I dipped my sponge into the soapy water again, feeling the cool liquid seep through my fingers. I glanced at him, just for a second. He was busy hosing down the tires, his back turned to me, muscles shifting under his wet t-shirt. His shoulders seemed broader than I remembered, and I quickly looked away before he could notice me staring.
Why was I even paying attention to that? A quick flash of last night came rushing back to me. My gaze drifted to his hand now—he was gripping the hose tightly, which made me swallow hard. The memory of his hand on my chest stirred something in me, and I bit my lip, shaking my head and silently cursing myself for letting my mind wander there. He really loves grasping things hard, not realizing how firm and big his hands are.