“It was good.”
She steps back, takes hold of my arm. “Okay, let’s go to your room. We’ll sleep after you shower and change.”
I stop her. “You are sleeping in your room tonight.”
She releases my arm. “Okay.”
I narrow my eyes. That’s it? I was expecting an argument, maybe even a tantrum. Instead, she rises on her tiptoes and presses a kiss to my cheek. “Good night.”
My heart stumbles. She kissed me. The last time she did that was when I first came into this house. I told her I didn’t like being kissed, and she never repeated it. Until now.
She steps back into her room and shuts the door, grinning. I remain standing there, replaying the moment her soft lips brushed my cheek.
Reluctantly, I move my feet and head to my own room. I step into the closet, remove my clothes, fold them neatly, and hang them in the section reserved for used garments. Then I grab a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt and head into the bathroom.
I shower quickly, careful not to let the water touch my face, then change and walk back out.
I stop cold at the bathroom threshold. The room is dimly lit, and on my bed lies someone sleeping peacefully. I should have known. Since when has she ever been obedient enough to stay in her own room?
But the bigger question is, how did she get in here? I locked the door.
My eyes find the answer. The balcony. She climbed across from her side, jumped in through my window. My frown deepens.
If she thinks she can climb over balconies, sneak into my room through windows, and I’ll simply let it slide, then she is gravely mistaken.
I stride toward her.
But after three fast steps, I freeze at the sight before me.
She’s sprawled on my bed, wearing yellow shorts barely longer than her panties and a pathetic excuse of a top, nothing more than a strip of yellow fabric with less coverage than her bra, leaving her back bare save for a single strap. And the position—lying on her stomach, one leg bent—gives an unmissable view of her ass.
The second I take it in, one and a half seconds later, my cock jerks to attention. My steps slow, my chest tightening. My eyes waver between devouring the sight and looking away, desperate to silence the maddening ringing in my skull.
By the time I reach the bed, my head is numb. I’ve even forgotten what I was thinking a moment ago—something that’s never happened before. And I don’t appreciate it happening now. I cannot lose control. But it’s slipping from me, sliding faster the longer I look at her.
“AVIRA!” I shout.
She jolts upright. And now—now her front is on display. If she’d been completely naked, it might have been less devastating. My gaze lingers for the briefest millisecond on her perfect breasts, pushed up beneath thefabric, the thick line of her cleavage daring me to look longer. One heartbeat-long glimpse, burned into my brain forever. I know that each time the memory resurfaces, my body will betray me.
“What the hell are you wearing?” My words thunder out.
She glances down at herself, making me follow, and a violent twitch shoots through my shaft.
She looks back up, cheeks flushed pink. “My new pajamas.”
“Change them. Right. Now.”
She slides off the bed. I shut my eyes, fighting to block the sight in front of me, but the darkness is worse. In the shadows behind my lids, she’s not walking away, she’s beneath me, my hands all over her soft skin instead of clenched, nails digging into my palms. I snap my eyes open only when I hear her steps passing me.
I fix my gaze on the wall as she rustles inside my closet. My jaw tightens while I adjust my very visible erection, shifting it to the side. A minute later, she returns and lies down on the bed again, this time wearing one of my oversized T-shirts.
“If you dare wear anything like that again, I’ll glue clothes to your body.”
She only nods, grinning like the little demon she is.
“And what are you doing here,” I demand, “when I told you to sleep in your room?”
She juts her lower lip out, eyebrows raised and pulled together, blinking slowly with exaggerated innocence. “I don’t want to sleep in that room.”
