Page 91 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

Is he going to ask me what I think he’s going to ask me?

He stops, shaking his head like he just had some sense knocked into him. “Do you have some clothes I could borrow?”

Disappointment sinks in my stomach.

“Of course. I still have my dad’s clothes.”

He clears his throat. “Thanks.”

Then he’s gone.

That’s not what he was going to say. I know it in my bones. He was going to ask me to shower with him, wasn’t he?

No, he wasn’t. You’re delusional.

The mocking voice in my head is loud, but my desires are louder. Why did he chicken out? Did he think it would be inappropriate to ask after the night we’ve had?

Or maybe he really did want to ask about my dad’s clothes but felt unsure if it would trigger me. He knows how well I reacted to taking out my dad’s things the last time he needed a change of clothes.

Just. Stop. Overthinking.

It doesn’t matter if he wanted to ask you. What doyouwant?I might be insane to even consider it, but I think I want to join him. With my heart thundering in my ears, I slip out of my clothes and throw open my closet to grab a purple silk bathrobe.

Am I really doing this?

Yes.

Yes, I am.

The floor creaks as I head down the hall toward the bathroom. I can hear the water running, so I’m guessing he’s already in the shower.

I squeeze my eyes shut, inhaling a gust of air, and turn the knob slowly.

It’s unlocked.

Did he do that on purpose?

My jaw drops at the sight of him. I was wrong. TJ’s not in the shower. Instead, he’s sitting on the edge of the bathtub, fully clothed, with his head clutched between his hands, seemingly in deep thought.

His head snaps up when I come in, the emotions in his eyes undecipherable.

Oh, God, what is he thinking?

I just totally invaded his privacy. I didn’t even knock. What if he’d been butt naked? Ever heard of manners, Lacey?

“I was hoping you’d do that.”

Am I dreaming?

“Y-You were?” I stammer.

“Yeah. I just wasn’t sure if telling you all the dirty fucking things I want to do to you was a good idea, considering you nearly got kidnapped tonight.”

Thank God I was right.

“Lock the door,” he commands before rising to his feet. He’s so assertive and powerful in the way he talks I feel compelled to obey.

TJ smirks once I’ve obliged, stalking toward me, and it takes all I have to hold his gaze rather than cave beneath its intensity.

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