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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.
About to go on a fucking date.
I move back into the hallway. Nearly run downstairs.
A few moments later, Brendon walks through the main room. He grabs his keys from the table and slides them into the front pocket of his skinny jeans.
"Text me when you go to bed." He looks to Emma. "Or if you need anything."
She nods. "I won't wait up."
"You too, Kay. Text me if you need anything." He holds my gaze.Promise?
I'm pretty sure I can't request him naked in my bed. So I force my lips into a smile. "I'll be fine."
He takes that as a yes, turns, walks out the door.
On the way to his date.
With some girl.
Some girl who isn't me.
Chapter Thirteen
BRENDON
This place is all squares—the stools, the tables, the couches, the patrons.
