Ugh, clothes. How bothersome. I spin on my heel, and he meets me out of the bed with my discarded nightgown in hand.
I smile at him and rise to my tiptoes to drop a kiss on his pretty mouth.
After we’re dressed, we escape the secret bedchamber and find the Living Library starting to wake. Or perhaps these are the stragglers not yet rested.
I knock on Gwyneth’s door twice, and then brave it. What’s the worst that can happen? I see Charming’s naked butt? “Gwyneth, I need you—” I stutter to a stop. I take it back. The worst thing that can happen is seeing my sister’s sex face while Charming pummels into her from behind.
She squeaks and grabs a blanket to cover her breasts.
And Charming? He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t he notice me standing here with my mouth open, or doesn’t he care?
“I’ll be right there,” Gwyneth snaps.
“Yes, right there, baby,” Charming growls.
I mean, good for him that he’s focused on making sure she has a good time. It’s definitely more than I expected.
I clap a hand over my eyes. “Nope. Absolutely not. I rescind my entrance. Everybody put your bits away.”
Charming’s laugh rumbles through the room. The sound of flesh meeting flesh continues.
“Get out,” Gwyneth hisses, grabbing a pillow and launching it at my face.
I catch it on instinct and hold it against my chest. “Rude. I came here in sisterly distress and was met with vigorous betrayal.”
“For the love of Idols, leave,” she growls.
“On it.” I backpedal toward the door, my gaze locked firmly on the ceiling because I’ve seen enough to last me several annuses. “But know this, Gwyneth Stone, I will never be the same. There are images now. Permanent ones.”
I retreat and slam the door closed. Nash is at my back, and I spin to face him, finding his shoulders shaking with silent laughter while he braces his hand on the wall.
“Do not laugh,” I grumble.
That only makes it worse. His low chuckle brushes my ears, and I glare at him. “This is a tragic moment in sister history.”
“You walked in without warning.”
“I knocked twice. That was an announcement.”
“Without express permission to enter, it really wasn’t.”
“It is if you possess decency.”
Nash arches a brow. “Or if you stop after hearing suggestive noises.”
I point at him. “I heard nothing.”
He hooks a finger beneath my chin, amusement still dancing in his eyes. “Poor Calamity.”
“Don’t ‘poor Calamity’ me. I saw her O face.”
His mouth twitches. “Yes, you mentioned.”
“I can never look at her again.”
“Seems a tad dramatic.”
“I am dramatic,” I remind him. “It’s one of my finest qualities.”
