KATY’S POV
Right on cue, Allie barges in, her arms stacked with clothes. She dumps them dramatically on my bed, gives me a sly smirk, and disappears again before I can say a word.
My mouth falls open. “No. Nope. Absolutely not.”
“Can’t or won’t?” Braydon asks, already picking through the pile. He holds up a black top and raises an eyebrow. It’s open-back, and he smirks when he sees the look on my face. “You’ll look really sexy in this, Peach.”
My stomach flips and heat crawls up my neck. I snap myself out of it and shake my head. “I can’t wear that.”
He tilts his head, still holding the top between his fingers. “Why not?”
“It’s… it’s an open back.”
“And?” His tone makes it sound like that’s not even a reason.
I rub my forehead, trying to figure out how to say it without blushing. “
