“Didn’t know I was in for a whole-ass magic show this morning.”
Chase arched a brow, completely unfazed, leaning against the doorframe like he wasn’t currently standing half-naked on his front porch.
“You like what you see, Mallory?”
Mallory grinned, sipping her coffee. “I mean, I’m not mad about it.”
Savannah’s laughter echoed from the staircase, and Chase didn’t have to turn around to know she was enjoying this way too much.
“You’re a menace,” he muttered, looking past Mallory like he was considering shutting the door in her face.
Mallory shrugged, still blatantly staring at his chest.
“Listen, I came here for Savannah, but this? This is a damn bonus.”
“A bonus, huh?” Chase smirked, crossing his arms, making his biceps flex just to fuck with her.
Mallory narrowed her eyes at him, pointing her coffee cup in his direction.
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?” he asked innocently while flexing, defining his abs.
She motioned to his entire existence.
“That. Looking like a fucking romance novel cover. It’s offensive.”
Chase let out a low chuckle, right as Savannah stepped into view.
She was wearing one of his shirts, still damp from the shower, her bare legs peeking out from underneath, looking thoroughly ruined in the best way possible.
Mallory’s eyes snapped to her, her smirk growing impossibly wider.
“Oh, well now this just got even better.”
Savannah snorted, crossing her arms. “Mallory, what the hell are you doing here?”
Mallory took one slow sip of coffee, looking between the two of them like she was piecing together last night’s events in high definition.
“Just checking in on my best friend. Didn’t realize she was currently living in a well cast porn shoot.”
Savannah bit her lip to keep from laughing, while Chase just sighed, rubbing his jaw.
“You seen enough?” he asked dryly.
Mallory took one last, blatant glance at his towel.
Then smirked.
“Not even close.”
Chase let out a low, amused breath, tilting his head.
“Savannah, am I good to get dressed? Or do you think your friend here needs a minute?”
Savannah giggled, leaning into the doorway beside him, her fingers brushing against his abs like she was testing his patience.
“Oh, I don’t know. Mallory? Have you gotten a good enough look?”
