“Take off your clothes,” Landon ordered, like he usually did over video.
But now, it was real.
I swallowed hard, looked to make sure my curtains were closed, and nervously fiddled with the bottom of my shirt. He tugged his shirt over his head, revealing his muscular chest and tattooed abdomen. My gaze traveled down his body to the two scars across his lower abdomen that seemed to be from a knife.
Heat gathering in my core, I pulled my shirt over my head and stood in my tiny bra before him.
Gaze flickering down to my t**s, he smirked and looped his finger under my bra strap, tugging on it gently. “Cute.”
“Cute?” I asked, cheeks flaming red.
It was cute—that was all. Not hot or sexy, like what guys like him called girls with bigger chests.
hotsexy“Your nerves—it’s cute,” he clarified,
