Covered in chlorine from the pool, I left my bedroom and found the bathroom. It was huge with a shower and a separate bath. The room was almost the size of the bedrooms. Despite the decor being reminiscent of the Gatsby era, it didn’t look aged, but rather well-kept.
Finding soaps and shampoo already inside, I quickly stripped and washed all the chemicals and anger away. I remembered now, just how often he used to get under my skin in school. He knew exactly what buttons to push, but to openly talk about Laney like that? As if he knew how I felt about her? It was a brave guess, at best, and I took the fucking bait.
I stepped out of the bathroom after my shower. Just then, Laney opened the suite door and came in, smiling until she saw me.I smirked, striding through the living room. Her eyes drifted along my muscles. I could feel her raking her gaze over me, and confidence built inside my chest.
“I’ve worked hard for this body.”
“I see that.”
“If you don’t stop staring, then I’ll drop the towel and give you something else to admire.”
“Oh god.” She flew to the other door, rushing through it.And as I stared after her, it hit me. If she was a virgin, had she ever even seen a dick?By the loud click of her door locking, I’d say no.
Rule 13 - Delaney
It’s smart to have a flashlight.
Istayed with my back pressed to the door, holding my racing heart. Holy shit. Priest was… stacked.I shook the image of droplets running down his toned body and the wild smirk dancing on his lips as he caught me staring. Priest was so hot.
Steadying my breathing, I went back out and grabbed my bags, quickly returning to my room. The decor was incredibly beautiful. Everything was pink and gold, much like my bedroom at home and the wardrobe I’d brought.I sighed happily and gasped when I spotted my bed. I tossed my bags down and hurried to it with excitement. A bouquet of paper roses were scattered all across the blanket. I picked one up and examined it. It wasn’t just made of paper; they were book pages.
How romantic.
I gathered them up, set them on my worktable, and returned to unpacking. I had packed my best clothes. I planned every outfit with my mission in mind. I was the complete opposite of Moth, and that would draw him to me. Like a moth to a flame. God, maybe I was a terrible writer.
Seeing as I’d besleeping alone tonight, I chose my most chaste nightgown to sleep in. Summer had taken me shopping for clothes that were sexy yet innocent.
I slipped on a white, ruffled nightgown with pink bows in the center of my chest and on the matching panties. While I planned on not going to sleep quite yet, I did my best writing while feeling confident and sexy, and this nightgown checked both boxes for me.
At the bottom of my suitcase, I came across a box I didn’t pack. It had Valentine’s Day wrapping paper and a small card, written by Summer.
Happy Galentines!
This is just in case Moth isn’t all that you hoped. I wanted to make sure you had a rose on Valentines. You’ll thank me later.
Cautiously, I opened the box and lifted out the small, rubber, red rose. What was this exactly? Despite being completely alone, heat rose in my face. Some sort of sex toy. God, I should know this stuff. The longer I looked at it, the more absurd I felt. I was a grown woman. I could own a rose, or whatever this was. Most women had sex toys. I bet Annie and Juniper had them. Even brought them. I shoved it into my bedside drawer. I’d wait to test it out until after I’d slept with Moth. Hopefully, Moth knew how to pleasure a woman and I wouldn’t need it. Was it possible to orgasm during your first time?
“Penny for your thoughts?”
I spun around and glared at the open door, where Priest, now clothed, stood leaning against the frame with his arms crossed.
“Nothing. Just figuring out my plans for therest of the night. I was going to try some writing. What are you doing?” I folded my arms under my breasts. His eyes dipped instantly, telling me he noticed. I tugged on the bottom of my nightgown, feeling self-conscious.
“What was in the box?”
“How long were you watching me?”Heat flooded my face.
“Just long enough to watch you put it in your nightstand. Based on your face, I have an idea.”
“Will you leave me alone? I have needs just like everyone else.”
“Then why are you so embarrassed?”
“I-I prefer the real thing,” I stated boldly.
He laughed. “How do you know? You haven’t had it.”
I glared at him. “I’m sorry I respect myself more to?—”
