Then his head turned sharply toward the window. His chest heaved before he slowly moved closer to the glass.
My breath stuttered. Not because he could see me. I knew he couldn’t. Not with the cover of darkness outside and the huge tree shielding me from view.
Because he felt me. Sensed me.
My pulse ticked up, sharp and electric.
Something in him knew I was out there.
Interesting.
I stayed perfectly still, letting the darkness swallow me whole.
After a moment, he stepped back from the window.
The tension in my chest eased, replaced by something warmer. Something satisfied.
He was already reacting. And I haven’t even started what I have planned for him yet.
My gaze traced the house.
Doors. Windows. Blind spots.
Nothing had changed.
A small breath left me, almost a laugh. His bedroom is on the first floor, practically inviting me inside.
Drew stripped down to his boxers. I sucked in a breath.
He was… magnificent.
I stood on my tiptoes, lifting the visor of my helmet, wishing I could see more.
When he shut off the light, I heaved out a sigh, disappointed I couldn’t see him anymore.
But I didn’t leave.
This was just the beginning.
I look at my watch.
It’s go time.
I quietly move through the backyard, sticking to the shadows.
I slow, steadying my pulse, my eyes on his window.
The grass barely whispers beneath my boots as I step closer, anticipation curling through me.
I pause just beneath his window, listening. There’s nothing but silence.
I rise slightly, just enough to peer inside.
There he is, lying on his back, the covers pulled to his chest.
I study him, watching his chest rise and fall.
He sighs, then adjusts his position.
