“We shouldn’t...”
She nods. “I know.”
I step closer to her, catching her wrist. Her pulse beats beneath my thumb.
“You should go.” I don’t believe a single syllable of what I’m saying right now, the words bitter in my mouth.
She holds my gaze like she’s daring me to mean it.
Biting her lower lip, she drops her shoe to the floor.Lifts her shirt over her head, then shimmies out of her skirt. Drops the clothes in a pile next to the bed.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand and I flip it over, reading the text message in theHockey Brosthread.
Captain America: Nice shoe, Benny
Goalie Boy: Don’t
Fuck.
They know.
Of course they know.
I type outFuck off.
Delete.
TypeGo to sleep.
Delete that too.
Finally, I toss the phone on the nightstand facedown without responding.
“My brothers know.”
Tori stares at me for a long second, the soft light from the lamp casting shadows across her face.
“Did they see me?”
“No. They may have seen your shoe.”
Her eyes flash and she tips her head.
“Do you want me to go?”
I should say yes. That’d be the smart play.
“Hell no.”
A slow smile spreads across her face. She crooks her finger at me, laying down on the bed in only her lace bra and panties. I’m a fucking goner.
Standing at the edge of the mattress, I quickly assess my life decisions.
This one sits at the tippy-top under the ‘Most Reckless’ category.
But there’s no way I’m turning a nearly-naked Tori away.
I climb onto the bed next to her, levering up on one elbow and gazing at her delicious curves.
