Page 70 of What Happened Last Night

He opened the second drawer, and my mind scrambled to remember what he’d see in there, how he’d view it. Sleep shirts and pajamas, none of them sexy. A pair of silly Christmas socks Mom had given me that I’d never worn. Would he think I was childish? Would he be turned off? No one ever looked in those drawers but me, and I never thought twice about what was in them, but now I second guessed everything.

“Will—”

He held up a hand, and I instantly went silent. He had that effect sometimes. “Nope,” he said. “You don’t get a say.”

This was a lesson. An effective one. Will had been dissected by me, by Katie, by my mother, my brothers, my aunt. I hadn’t been given nearly the same treatment. He wanted me to understand how it felt, just a little, and now I did. All he had to do was look around my bedroom, open a few drawers, and I was twisting with self-consciousness, as if I had a bloodied murder weapon hidden somewhere.

He walked to the closet and opened it. “The light was off when I was in here before,” he explained. “I’d like to see it better.”

I winced. “Please don’t search the bathroom.”

“Why not?” His back was to me, and despite myself, my gaze crawled the flawless length of his spine, the slim power of his back muscles, the narrow tuck of his waist, and his ass, still clad in pants. “What are you hiding, Luna?” he asked. “Lube? Ex-Lax? A menstrual cup? Extra-large maxi pads?”

“Okay, I get it,” I said. “You’ve made your point.”

“The dress I gave you is hanging here,” he said, sounding pleased.

“Of course it is. It’s my favorite dress.”

“The shawl is folded on the shelf here, too.”

“Why wouldn’t it be? Did you think I would throw it out?”

“It’s just interesting,” he commented.

“What’s interesting?” I blurted. “Will, I’m dying over here.”

He turned off the light in the closet and closed the door again. “Almost done.”

“Please just get over here and get naked.”

He turned, and his gaze snagged on me again. I was wearing my nicest underwear set, because I’d hoped to get lucky tonight. The bra was see-through lace with my nipples visible through it, and Will definitely noticed. He rubbed a thumb over his lower lip.

“Get over here,” I said again, hoping he’d be hypnotized enough to obey.

“You look nice like that,” he said.

I let my knees fall open a few more inches. “Like this?”

He walked to the foot of the bed again, and—thank the lord—unbuttoned his pants. He took them off, folding them neatly and putting them with his other clothes. He was definitely teasing me. I loved it and hated it at the same time.

In his boxer briefs, he got onto the bed, bracing over me on his arms, his hips between my knees. He leaned down and kissed the side of my neck, from the juncture with my shoulder, up to the spot beneath my ear. That single touch made every part of my body light on fire. I ran my palm over the ink on his chest.

He broke off, and instead of kissing my mouth, he leaned over. I realized what he was doing at the last possible second. Before he could open the drawer of my nightstand, I slapped my palm over it.

“Not there!” I cried.

His eyebrows rose, and I knew he had me. We both knew.

“What’s in your nightstand, Luna?” Will asked.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

I nodded. I got it now, I really did. It was easy to have a crush, not so easy to let someone in to see the embarrassing parts of you. Not easy to open yourself up, let someone see the pieces you hid from the world.

I stared at Will’s throat, the dip where it met his collarbones. Embarrassment whirled with ravaging heat in my body, pure desire. I wanted him so, so bad. I wanted him to like me. I wanted him to think I was a sexy goddess. I wanted him to make me feel good. I wanted the taste of his skin and the contents of his mind and something I wasn’t sure he could give me. I wanted.

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