I couldn’t recall any guy ever looking at me like that unless I was holding a basket of chicken wings or something. He’d been staring at me with eyes that were slightly luminous, and he’d looked hungry. That was better than him right in front of me, his fingers curled around the edges of my robe, his knuckles against my skin, and staring at me like… My breath hitched as a strange flutter danced low in my stomach. I was pretty sure he’d gotten an eyeful of my breasts in the bathroom anyway.Īt least now he was a couple of feet from me, staring at me like I was insane. I was kind of naked now, since this robe left so little to the imagination, but I wasn’t going to think about that. And I really couldn’t believe I’d been totally naked in the same room as him. I still couldn’t believe he’d thought I was in there drowning myself. Having him bust into the bathroom hadn’t helped. I’d used every moment soaking in that tub-that awesome tub-focusing on keeping my head on straight, and I’d barely pulled that off. He stared at me like what I’d just said was the craziest thing spoken that night.
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