He’s never seen me like this before, in my pajamas with barely any clothes on, and look his fill he does, taking every advantage of his viewpoint from the doorway, the low lights casting shadows on us both. The thought warms me from the inside out, lowering my defenses as I lower my arms, uncrossing them from my chest, letting him look his fill. Why he’s memorizing my hair and every inch of my body.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” I already know the answer, already know why he’s burning holes through me. In reality, they’re glorified underwear, barely covering my ass, pale pink, the scallop hem skimming my upper thigh. He stands with his broad back to the door, eyes tracking along my freshly shaven legs, pausing to study the fluffy white sheep on my shorts-if you can call them that. Rowdy’s big body slips through the gap in the door like a mouse squeezing through a crack in the wall, as if he’s tasked with protecting my modesty. “It’s safe to come in.” I let a nervous giggle slide through my lips, hand pressing on my stomach to quell it when it flutters. Electricity crackles that door handle, and I watch it slowly turn.Īnd why did I just say Yeah, and not, Come on in!
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