At First Sight: A Curvy Girl Instalove Novella by Cameron Hart

of me. “Yeah.” I feel her shrug her shoulders, brushing one up against mine as we lean into each other. “I still don’t know all that much about him, but I think we’re…friends.” Friends . Is that what she’s feeling for me? Because that won’t fucking do. Too bad I’m a pussy and can’t seem to find the words to call her on her bullshit. Perhaps that’s partially due to the fact that I’m only covered up by a towel and feeling extra vulnerable right now. Something I hate feeling, even around the one woman who has enabled me to feel anything at all. “Why don’t you start some coffee while I hop in the shower?” I say, wanting to change the subject. "Uh, yeah, sure. Let me help you get in the shower. Looks like your first attempt didn't go so well," she teases. From anyone else, that remark would piss me off, but I know she's joking. It does something to me, the way she pushes my buttons in the most innocent yet devious way possible. I don't know how she pulls it off, but that's Mila for you. “I’ve got it, sweetheart.” Damn. I keep calling her that, but she doesn’t seem to mind. “No need to be modest here, Tucker. Keep your towel on but let me help you up and get you in at least.” I’m about to protest, but then I get the image of little Mila pressed against my chest as she guides me to the shower. Hell yeah, I’ll appear weak if it means getting even one more touch from the woman who has permeated every area of my mind, my body, my fucking soul. I nod my head and pull myself into a sitti