I unwrap it with shaking hands and brush my teeth.
Because honestly, if I’m going to have a complete emotional meltdown, I’d prefer to do it minty fresh.
The toothbrush rests in my palm like it holds the weight of a decision I’m not ready to make.
I already brushed my teeth.Twice.
The water’s still running in the sink because I haven’t figured out what I’m doing yet.
Am I stalling?
Yes.
Am I proud of that?
No.
But I’m in his bathroom.
His private bathroom.
And this isn’t some meaningless hotel hookup, no matter how hard I try to label it that way.
I spent the night in his bed.
I made noises that definitely weren’t in any of the books I’ve read.
I mean, I saw literal stars.
I saw him.All of him.
And he saw me.
Every roll, every scar, every inch of chubby, overthinking, no-makeup me.
And he still touched me like I was sacred.Like he couldn’t not touch me.
I lean forward, bracing my hands on the cool marble countertop, avoiding my own reflection.Avoiding the questions swirling inside me.
What the hell was last night?
Was it just sex?
Was it the beginning of something dangerous?
Was it real?
The door clicks.
I freeze.
The handle turns and opens without resistance.
“What are you doing?”I blurt out, turning sharply, heart hammering.
Theo steps inside.Naked.Unbothered.
Utterly, completely male.
