And then… the door opens.
Braydon steps in, and for a second he looks almost… sheepish like a kid caught doing something he shouldn’t.
I sit up so fast my hair flies around my face. “Don’t even say anything,” I snap, holding up my palm as if it could stop him.
“I texted you,” he says softly.
“You should have called.” I stamp my feet like a toddler. “That was… gosh. I’m never showing my face again.”
“Why?” He stops in front of me and leans down, trying to pat my cheeks, but I swipe his hand away. “You looked really sexy.”
I glare at him. “That’s the problem.” I groan. “Justin’s going to tease me non-stop.”
“He won’t,” he says with a smirk. “I think he’ll want to forget he ever saw that.”
That’s even worse.
I bury my face in my hands, whimpering. Braydon gently pries my fingers aw
