“Ones who rescue me, yeah,” I laugh, shrugging off my hoodie and draping it over the chair.
My skin tingles with awareness, and, when I look back, I find him standing in my doorway with his eyes locked on my ass.
“Are you okay to hang for a bit? I need to go clean up. I’m a mess.”
He clears his throat, walking farther into the room.
“You look fine to me.”
“I’ll be five minutes. Make yourself at home.”
I grab a clean set of clothes and slip into my bathroom, closing the door behind me before he can say anything else.
What the hell are you doing?
My heart slams in my chest as I rest back against the door.
I’m playing with fire, inviting one of Seb’s friends here, but the wicked part of me loves it.
There’s nothing more entertaining than tormenting jerks who think they’re in charge.
I have the quickest shower of my life before pulling on a clean pair of booty shorts and a tank. Also probably a bad idea, but I’m in this deep, so I may as well continue.