Hood up. Arms crossed. Looking like the best and worst decision I’ll ever make.
“Took you long enough,” she says, one brow raised.
I lean against the doorframe, shooting her a smile. “Had to make myself look good for you.”
She rolls her eyes, but there’s the ghost of a smile playing on her lips. “Didn’t work.”
I clutch my chest, mock wounded. “Ouch. Really? After all that effort?”
She steps into the doorway, brushing past me with a smirk. “You should’ve tried harder.”
God, I love how she teases me.
I attempt to close the door quietly. Naturally, I do the exact opposite—clearing my throat louder than I mean to as I ease it shut.
The sound echoes way too much down the hall.
Shit.
I wince, and sure enough, she whirls on me with a look that could scorch drywall.
“Really?” she hisses. “That was theloudestway to close a door.”
I can’t help the grin spreading across my face as I shake my head. “Sorry. My brain isn’t working right now. Not when you’re here, wearing that.”
I glance down at the oversized hoodie barely covering those denim shorts clinging to her legs. It doesn’t make any sense. It shouldn’t be so fucking hot. But somehow she makes it look illegal.
She rolls her eyes, like she’s immune to my flirting, but the pink creeping into her cheeks says otherwise.
I nudge her forward, my hand sliding into hers. “Come on,” I murmur, keeping my voice low. “Before someone actually notices.”
We slip past the living room, and Isabella tiptoes up the stairs ahead of me, hoodie riding up just slightly, and yeah, I’m definitely not looking away.
I stifle a groan as my eyes land on her ass in those denim shorts, dying to get my hands on her.
We reach my room, and I swing the door open, letting her in first. She walks past me, and I step in behind her, easing the door shut until it clicks.
Quiet this time. Lesson learned.
“That was a little too easy,” she says, arching a brow at me.
I lean back against the door, letting my eyes drag over her slowly—the way the hoodie lifts a little when she crosses her arms, how those shorts sit on her hips. Want her so bad. Goddamn.
“Almost like I know what I’m doing,” I reply with a smirk.
She shoots me a look. “So… I’m not the first girl you’ve snuck in?”
I push off the door and close the space between us, watching the way her gaze flickers from my face to my chest like she can’t decide where to land. “Would it make you feel better if I said no?” I tease.
She doesn’t like the idea. I can tell. And honestly? I don’t blame her. If some other guy was sneaking into her room, I’d lose my damn mind.
Her eyes narrow, her arms still pressed against her chest. “It’d make you an asshole.”
I laugh under my breath. “Well, lucky for you,” I murmur, “I haven’t snuck anyone in before.”
I mean it. I don’t bring girls back here. This is my space. My room. My bed. But with her? All that went straight out the window. I want her here more than I want anything.
She doesn’t say anything right away, just studies me. Then her expression softens, and she lets out a short breath. “Good,” she finally says.
