He's going on dates.
I... I can't deal with this. Even if it's inevitable.
"Excuse me." I tug at my dress. "Pajamas."
Emma nods. "He's weird, huh?"
"Yeah. Annoying."
"Finally, you see it my way."
I do. I see exactly why Emma has a problem with her brother.
He demands his way.
But offers nothing.
I just barely restrain myself from stomping up the stairs.
Okay, that's bullshit. My steps are as light as they usually are. I'm still the good girl. The one who keeps things together. Who doesn't cause a scene.
The hall is dark.
There's light coming from Brendon's room.
And his door is open a sliver.
And there he is, in front of his bed.
Turned toward the wall.
Naked.
It's only his back.
His ass.
His legs.
Fuck.
I've never seen a guy naked before. Not in person. Not one I wanted to see naked.
But Brendon...
Heat pools between my legs. I want him. Every inch of him. Every way I can have him.
I want the sight, the sound, the taste, the smell, the feel of him.
I want him owning every one of my senses.
I...
He pulls on a pair of boxers.
Steps into his jeans.
Turns.