I just barely restrain myself from stomping up the stairs.
Okay, that's bullshit. My steps are as light as they usually are. I'm still the good girl. The one who keeps things together. Who doesn't cause a scene.
The hall is dark.
There's light coming from Brendon's room.
And his door is open a sliver.
And there he is, in front of his bed.
Turned toward the wall.
Naked.
It's only his back.
His ass.
His legs.
Fuck.
I've never seen a guy naked before. Not in person. Not one I wanted to see naked.
But Brendon...
Heat pools between my legs. I want him. Every inch of him. Every way I can have him.
I want the sight, the sound, the taste, the smell, the feel of him.
I want him owning every one of my senses.
I...
He pulls on a pair of boxers.
Steps into his jeans.
Turns.
I jump out of the way just in time. I think. I hope.
God, I hope he didn't see me gawking.
He can't.
That's so...
I dart into my bedroom. Fumble out of my dress and into my pajamas.
A tank top. Panties. Sleep shorts.
That's it.
I'm barely wearing anything.
And he's there, barely wearing anything, thinking about me naked.