"It explains the enthusiasm," I reply.
He shoots me a look over his shoulder with irritation flaring just beneath the surface.
Cloud calls again. "Red! Blue! I can hear you breathing."
"I don't breathe that loud," he mutters, then stalks toward the door.
I slide out of bed and grab the sheet, wrapping it around myself, and following him.
He pauses at the door and turns, lowering his voice. "Go back in the bedroom."
I arch a brow. "Why?"
His eyes flick toward the bedroom, then back to me. Panic flares in his expression. His jaw flexes.
"Cloud already knows about us," I point out.
Three sharp hits in quick succession echo around us.
"I don't like being exposed," he admits through clenched teeth.
The word lands heavy between us.
Cloud shouts, "If you're naked, just say that!"
Red winces.
I laugh, then open the sheet and adjust it.
He scowls. Flickers of heat and restraint pop into it. He shakes his head, and mutters, "Keep yourself covered." He opens the door.
Cloud's dressed in leggings and a cropped sweatshirt, hair piled messily on her head, with two yoga mats tucked under one arm like weapons and an oversized gym bag in the other. Her grin widens as her eyes drag over my body. Delight fills her expression. "Well, good morning."
"Morning," I chirp back.
Red shifts, trying to block her view.
Cloud steps inside and around him, her gaze bouncing between us, taking inventory with zero shame. "Did I interrupt something...important?"
"Yes," Red deadpans.
"No," I say at the same time.
Cloud laughs. "You two are already my favorite couple in this building."
"We aren't a couple," Red fires back.
A sting drills into me.
Cloud waves her hand in front of her. "Whatever you want to call it."
I step forward. "I didn't think about clothes."
"I brought them!" She shakes her bag in front of me.
I clap. "Yay!"
"Thought you might need these. Seven a.m. flow is the best!"
