Page 17 of Your Second Chance
Maybe she didn’t. But fuck if I wasn’t going to try.
“Fine,” she huffed, crossing her arms and turning back to glare at me. “I’ll go on a walk, like the good little dog I am.”
“Perfect.” I mirrored her tone.
“Perfect,” she shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Then she sighed, running her hands through her hair in frustration. “I’m not going out like this.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but she cut me off, her shoulders slumping in defeat. “You win. You and fucking Luna win.”
Before I could even process what was happening, she bitterly pulled her stained shirt off right there.
Right fucking here.
My brain short-circuited. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Not a bra. Nothing. Her bare skin was on full display, smooth and glowing, and my body reacted instantly. My dick pressed against my jeans, and I had to force myself not to adjust like a goddamn schoolboy.
Then she pulled off her sweats.
Her body was... perfect. Her curves, the way her skin looked so soft, her nipples hardened slightly in the cool air—it was all too much. I wanted to touch her, run my hands over every inch of her. I wanted to taste her.Fuck,I needed to stop looking, but my feet wouldn’t move.
She turned around, only in her underwear, and walked to her closet.
I finally shifted, adjusting myself as subtly as I could. She came back with a pair of black cargo pants and a cropped fuzzy black sweater, tossing them onto the bed.
“If you want me fucking dressed, then this is how I’ll do it.” Her tone was biting, but her gaze was defiant.
I let out a dark laugh, unable to resist. “And if you want to get dressed in front of me?—”
“Don’t,” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut through my haze. “Last time you said something, I walked away, so don’t test it.”
Her warning hit, but it only made me smirk.
“You’re the one naked in front of me. You can’t fault me for trying.”
She turned away from me, slipping into her trousers. I had to bite back a groan because I had a perfect view of her arse, andfuck,I didn’t mind this view one bit.
“Why are you here?” she asked over her shoulder, her voice calmer but still irritated.
I tried to focus, but the sight of her pulling the cropped sweater over her head was wrecking me.
“Just came by to yell at you about the... video,” I managed to say, my words trailing off as my gaze drifted again, completely distracted by her.
She turned back to me, her expression unimpressed. “Really? Because it looks like you’re too busy staring to actually yell.”
She wasn’t wrong.
Once she quickly got into her clothes, she tied her hair on the top of her head. I couldn’t stop the thought from slipping in—how fast could I get her out of them again?
Before I could dwell on it, she flicked me on the nose.
“Eyes up here.” She smirked.
“Ow.” I rubbed my nose, glaring at her. “The fuck was that for?”
“For staring.”
She laughed lightly and grabbed her bag, walking out of the room like the flick had solved all my problems. “Luna, we’re leaving,” she called.
“Finally.” Luna’s voice floated in from the other room. “I was waiting to hear moans.”
