“Morning.”
“Feeling better?” He moves his arms up over his head and stretches, causing the blanket to creep just below his belly button. Is he naked? Surely, he’s not naked. I would have remembered sleeping with a naked Reid Landry.
I manage to stop staring and imagining what lies under those sheets long enough to remember what I got up to do. “I am, thank you.” I hold my clothes out in front of me as if to explain myself, “I need to get dressed.”
A devilish grin spreads across his face. “Go ahead.”
I give him a curious glance then head to the bathroom.
Reid is fully dressed in basketball shorts and a T-shirt when I come out. And he’s still smiling.
“What?” I ask.
“What, what?”
“Why do you keep smiling like that? And don’t try to tell me we had sex because given my… circumstances… I’m pretty sure I would remember that.”
He laughs and walks toward me. “Oh, you would definitely remember. And I’m smiling because you weren’t this shy about getting undressed.”
I feel my cheeks flush at the memory. “Right. Sorry about that. Someone insisted I change clothes.” I narrow my eyes at him.
He laughs then shrugs one shoulder. “It’s true. I’m a bad influence. You should probably stop hanging out with me.”
I know he’s joking, but the thought of there being any seriousness behind his statement sends a stab of disappointment straight to my heart.