And I just stood there. Processing and perplexed.
Immovable and intrigued.
What the fuck had I just walked in on? And why couldn’t I look away?
Christian loved his privacy, and I was violating it. I knew that. But damn it, I couldn’t look the other way. Couldn’t back into the hall and act like this didn’t happen.
“Shit, Chris. My fault. I thought you were still on the beach with Harlow.”
“You good.” Breaking eye contact, he sat up straighter against the headboard and dragged the panties through the mess of his release.
Christian had muscular arms and legs, but his chest and stomach were soft. Before now it had never crossed my mind how much I liked that combination. He naturally wore more clothes around the house than me and Soul, so I never saw him like this.
Not since we were teenagers.
And damn.
He was a beautiful man.
And his dick.
Even as it softened against his stomach, my dick stirred in my shorts seeing him like this.
“What is—what were you?—”
I didn’t know what to say. I closed my mouth but not my eyes.
Christian was unfazed by my blatant staring, and I wanted to know what it had taken to get him to this state.
“Umm,” I hedged, closing the door and pressing my back against the wall. Maybe I was being too bold, but I wasn’t leaving unless he told me to. “Is that…Harlow’s?”
I jutted my chin toward the black material drenched in his cum then met his eyes again.
“Yeah.”
A lump formed in my throat. “Where did you get them?”
I was almost scared to ask. Still, I needed to know. Had she given them to him last night or this morning? Had he taken them off her himself?
My dick stiffened with every unasked question.
Unhurriedly, a flicker of triumph sparked in his eyes. He licked his lips and a magnetic pull swung my stare to his mouth. I didn’t look away until he cleared his throat.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
This was Christian.MyChristian.
Quiet, calm and steady Christian.
My best friend since kindergarten.
Why was I acting like I’d never seen this man before?
“She must have left them in here when she was getting ready Friday night. I found them in my bathroom.” His teeth sank into his bottom lip. “Behind the door.”
A ringtone interrupted the question I was about to ask and he reached over the nightstand to grab his phone.
I watched his thighs flex and core contract with the movement.
