She’s curled up under my covers. Her hair splayed out across the pillow, eyes closed.
There’s a hint of a smirk at the corners of her lips, and even in the darkened room with only the glow of the bathroom several feet away, I’m confident she’s blushing.
Karina is watching me.
Does she like what she sees?
I stroll toward the dresser, taking my time, dropping my towel, my ass within her view as I open the drawers and fumble around with finding a pair of boxers to wear to bed.
It shouldn’t take me this long to pick out something for bed, but I’m listening and can swear I hear her sharp intake of breath.
I’m not mistaken.
Her breathing quickens.
Karina hasn’t said a word indicating she’s awake, but without a doubt, I know that she’s watching me and she’s enjoying the show.
Dare I say I’ve aroused her.
I glance over my shoulder, and she slams her eyes shut.