“Ha! I knew it!”
“It was just once.”
Lie.
It was more than once. Hell, it was a full-blown make-out session.
It was more than a kiss, but it hasn’t happened since then.
Not for lack of wanting, but because I don’t know how she’d react if I gave in to the urges I have when it comes to her. I don’t know what River wants out of this. I don’t know whatIwant out of this.
I just know I want to touch her again.
I want to taste her again.
And soon.
“Ew. You’re totally thinking about kissing her right now, aren’t you?”
Yes.“No.”
“Liar.”
“Shut up, Holland.”
She laughs, and I know it’s going to be a long night.
* * *
My jaw dropswhen I push open the door to River’s apartment.
Ass.
That’s exactly what’s on display. River’s bent and twisted in some pose I couldn’t tell you the name of if my life depended on it.
She’s wearing nothing but a camisole top and a pair of that underwear that looks like boxer briefs for ladies.
A man could get used to coming home to a sight like this.
“You’re home,” she says as she maneuvers herself into an upright position. “I thought you’d be out much later.”
“I thought so too. My sister talks a lot,” I tell her, closing the front door and toeing off my shoes. Morris runs over and starts to sniff at them. He’ll likely run off with one of them before the night is over just to spite me. “Duty called though. Holland had to bail early.”
And by duty, I mean our father and some asinine request that could have waited until morning.
But I don’t want to think about my asshole father.
I want to focus on what’s right in front of me.
River.
More specifically, River in her panties, ass in the air.
“Doing some yoga?”
She nods. “Had some…tension to work through.”
“I see.” I saunter into the apartment, taking a seat at one of the stools at the kitchen island. “Well, don’t let me stop you. Please, continue.” I don’t even bother hiding my smirk.