She’s not wearing any flipping underwear.
None. Zero. Zip.
I don’t even know how a normal human being is supposed to react to witnessing their ex-boyfriend gain immediate access to their stepsister’s forbidden zone in a university waiting room. But I’m entirely certain the correct reaction isn't to have all the oxygen violently sucked from my lungs.
On a serious note, though, what am I supposed to do? Do I close my eyes? Do I cover Trey’s eyes?
Oh gosh, Trey.
My panicked gaze zaps over to him, and the relief that camps within me the second I see he’s watching me instead of the live porn across the room almost knocks me out. I don’t even think he’s looked at them once.
For the first time ever, I’m grateful for his incredibly creepy stare.
Okay, plan of action–Just focus on Trey. Lock
