Evan
Brooke went to her room to put her things away and change into joggers, but she was taking forever. I head through, making sure she hasn’t fallen asleep on me. I step into her bedroom and freeze.
She is standing in front of her full-length mirror in the underwear set I bought her.
“f**k,” I groan but not loud enough for her to hear me.
Before I can stop myself, I run my eyes down her body and stop at her ass. I swallow hard because she looks damn good in the bra and panties. I knew I shouldn’t be staring at her, but I couldn’t help it. I lick my lips, running my eyes down the back of her thighs.
I dance my eyes back up, admiring the curves of her hips. How am I only realizing how sexy she is? Yes, she is beautiful, and she knows I think she is, but this is different. I can fe
