“Uh,” comes my brilliant reply.
Probably not the smoothest thing I could have said.
“What time is it?” she yelps while jumping out of bed.
She starts to frantically scramble around the room.
“Um, five-till-six,” I say as I turn on the lamp beside the bed. “What are you doing?”
“Where are my panties?!” she yelps as she keeps rushing about, picking her clothes up from the floor.
“No clue,” I say with a chuckle.
She’s not getting those back.
“My socks?” she asks as she yanks up her running shorts.
“Same answer,” I say, and this one I’m telling the truth about.
Though if it would keep her in this house for the rest of our lives, I’d hide every item of clothing she owns.
Wrapping her arm across her incredible breasts, she says, “Stop staring, you’ve probably seen a thousand pairs before.”
“I’ve seen the stars a million times, yet I still stare whenever I get a chance. Perfection deserves the attention,” I say with a small growl.
My mouth is watering just at the memory of tasting her flesh, licking the pale skin of those delicious breasts. She has tan lines, and for some reason they are one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. Same with the mismatched socks that she lost.
Just about everything on her is sexy and beautiful to me.
“Oh god.” She groans and rolls her eyes so hard, I’m not sure she didn’t pull a muscle in there somewhere.
“What?”
“That was horribly corny,” she says as she bends over to swipe up her t-shirt.
I frown as I watch her cover her chest. “Don’t need a bra today?”
“Shit!” she squeaks before she dives back to the floor to continue her search. “Help me, dammit!”
“With what?” I ask as I sink to the floor, completely naked and semi-aroused.
“I need my bra at least! My mom’s going to kill me! I can’t believe I let you get me in this situation,” she spits out hastily as she snags the bra I hold up for her out of my hand.
Yanking her shirt back over her head, she does that weird feminine thing where she puts it on backwards and then twists it before yanking the straps over her shoulders.
Fucking hell, those breasts don’t need to be covered.
It’s really fucking tempting though to give her panties back just so I can see her take those shorts off again.
“What situation?” I ask. “You got a curfew?”
Glancing down, I don’t see a monitor on her ankle.
“No… but…”
She trails off as I move to stand in front of her. She’s moving and jittering so bad that I feel like she’s about to explode.
“Bree,” I say quietly.