“H—Holy,” I whisper under my breath.
He doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t tease. Just stands there like heknowswhat he’s doing to me.
“What is this?” I manage, throat tight.
“You don’t want to sleep with that guy for your first time,” he says.
I point at him, like I need confirmation from my own brain. “You?Want to sleep withme?”
“Take off your shirt.”
My pulse spikes. “Um... What about Brax?”
He locks the door, no hint of concern, his eyes fixed on me. “Unless you don’t want to.”
“No, I do! I just... didn’t think—” I swallow, tense. “I didn’t thinkyouwould.”
He doesn’t hesitate. “Come on. Take off the shirt like your stupid movie. I took off mine. Your turn.”
I’m gonna pass out.
Grayson is reenacting the movie for me.
But this isn’t a movie! This is real life.
Chapter 6
Charlotte
My chin trembles, my whole body shaking as I move to take off my shirt. I face Grayson, hardly able to look up. In fact, I close my eyes as I pull it over my head.
Cautiously, I glance up, hoping he’s not repulsed or laughing at my body.
His expression is unreadable, though.
He kicks off his shoes and unclasps his belt. Theclinkof metal makes my pulse spike. I watch in a daze as his fly zips down.
I blink when his jeans drop to his ankles, now standing in nothing but his black underwear.
I’m speechless. He isn’t.
“Your bra.”
I nod and fumble with it, yanking off the sports bra with all the grace of a flailing raccoon. It’s not sexy to take off a sports bra. I have to tug it over my head, and by the time it’s off, I’m panting and flushed with embarrassment.
Now I really can’t look at him and stare at the carpet. Waiting.
His voice cuts through the room.
“You’ve been hiding those things.”
I glance up. His eyes catch my breath. He... he’sreallylooking at me... that way.
With lust.
I think.
“Are... are my boobs okay?” I ask, my voice shaky.
