I undo my zipper, step out of my dress, and sit on the bed.
My reflection is there, staring back at me from the mirror opposite his bed. I never thought about its placement, but now it makes perfect sense.
It's so he can watch.
So I can watch.
I stare back at reflection Kaylee. Her eyes are on fire. Her knees are pressed together. Her chipped nails are sinking into her thighs.
All of her—all of me is already begging for release.
I bite my tongue. My bottom lip. My index finger.
Nothing takes the edge off.
I need him here.
Touching me.
Kissing me.
Fucking me.
Now.
I cross my legs. Uncross them. Press them together. Pry them apart.
It only amplifies the ache between them.
I can't wait any longer.
I'm going to burst if I don't get him now.
There are footsteps downstairs. They're far away. They stay far away for too long.
Then they move closer.
Up the stairs.
Down the hall.
He pulls the door open and shuts it behind him.
It's just us, alone in here, the rest of the world far away.
It's just me and Brendon alone in his bedroom.
About to have sex.
Fuck, it's hot in here. I'm so wracked with desire I can barely move.
"Good girl." His voice is heavy with approval.
It makes my sex clench.
He moves toward me. "Stand up."
I do.