“I told you to go with the little black dress,” Jamie Beth says without preamble. “You can’t go wrong with that.”
“You don’t think it’s too short? Or too formal? This is a team-sponsored charity event. I don’t know what Declan’s wearing.”
“Go ask him.”
“What? No, I’m in a towel.”
My best friend sounds like she’s fighting a laugh. “Even better then. Go. Ask him.”
And because I’m compelled to do whatever my best friend asks of me, especially if it involves getting close to my brand-new husband while wearing next to nothing, I leave the bathroom and open my bedroom door.
Peeking my head out into the hallway, I call out, “Declan?”
No answer.
“I think he’s in his room,” I whisper into the phone. “I’m just going to…”
“Mia? Did you need someth…whoa.” Declan halts at the edge of my doorway.
He’s so close to me I could easily reach out and touch his tie, which is black and silky and looks sinful. Kind of the way I’m feeling right now.
I lift my gaze to his, and our eyes clash. His gray ones are like storm clouds.
Oh, wow.
* * *
Declan
Yes, I’ve been avoiding being alone with Mia.
This moment is exactly why.
As I stare at her clad only in a fluffy, white towel that barely covers her breasts, my fingers twitch with the urge to touch her.
I long to flick the knot of her towel until it comes undone and the fabric drops to the ground, exposing her to me. I want to be naked with her, and Iknowshe wants it. Her eyes dilate as she stares at me, and I can see the outline of her pebbled nipples protruding against the towel.
“Um…” She gathers herself and steps back a pace. “I wanted to see what you’re wearing tonight. I want to make sure I’m not overdressing.”
“Mia.”
My voice comes out harsher than I plan, and Mia widens her eyes like I’ve scolded her.
“Are you angry about something?”
I reach for her arm to keep her from moving. “No. Not at all. I just...”Can’t see you like this. “I’m sure whatever you have planned will be perfect.”
“Okay.”
My self-restraint is so frayed right now. I force myself to take a step backward. “I’ll see you after you’re dressed.”
Mia nods and shuts the door, and I stand outside the wood barrier in silence.
I raise my hand to knock on her door. I’m this close to throwing ourjust friendsvow out the window. I know that decision will have consequences, but my dick doesn’t give a shit about consequences. He likes what he likes, and she’s behind that door. Just a few feet away from me.
* * *
I’m mindlessly flipping through TV shows from the couch when Mia steps into the living room looking like a freaking goddess.
