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Just peace.
When the cold finally got the better of me, I dried myself off and slipped my bra back on. Wearing a bra was a waste of time, considering I didn’t have much to conceal and what I did have were perky and stayed up on their own.
They certainly didn’t match up to the breasts those models on his bedroom wall displayed proudly…
However, ten seconds into wearing my bra, I was quickly yanking it back off with a shudder. It was soaked right through, along with my underwear.
I spent an inordinate amount of time folding my underwear into the tiniest ball I could before wrapping my bra around them. Embarrassed that I didn’t have my schoolbag to tuck them inside, I stood like a fool in the middle of his bathroom, panicking.
Logic told me I was being silly, but the thought of Johnny seeing my underwear made me feel a little faint. Giving up, I decided to tuck them in my balled-up school tights before wrapping myself in a towel and heading back to his room.
This time, when I stepped out of the bathroom, I was prepared for Sookie and found her snoozing on the bed.
I was not, however, prepared for the sight of Johnny’s naked ass.
He was standing in front of his chest of drawers with his back to me, a towel on the floor at his feet, and was in the process of pulling a pair of boxers up his thighs.
God, he even had muscles on his ass. How was that even possible?
And then Johnny glanced over his shoulder and caught me red-handed.
“Like what you see?” he teased, arching his brow.
“Oh god,” I squeaked and then tore my gaze away from his round, tight ass. “I’m so sorry.” Spinning around, I bit down on my lip and forced back a moan. “I didn’t expect anyone to be in here.”
“It’s fine, Shannon,” he said, laughing. “Don’t worry about it.”
Let me die.
Dear God, open the ground and let me fall through it.
“I, uh…” Shaking my head, I tightened my grip on my towel. “It’s…uh…”
“I had a shower in my parents’ en suite,” Johnny explained. “I was just coming to grab some clothes.”
“Oh.” I blew out a ragged breath and shifted from foot to foot. “Okay, yeah, that makes sense.”
“It’s okay, Shannon,” Johnny said in a gentle tone. “Everything’s fine.”
“I know that,” I blurted out, panicked.
He chuckled softly. “Then why are you still facing the wall?”
Dammit.
Inhaling a steadying breath, I swung around and faced him.
My gaze automatically swept over him and my heart rate spiked. For once, Johnny’s face wasn’t the reason for my rapid pulse. Nope, that was down to the rest of him. The almost naked rest of him.
He was wearing a pair of tight white boxer shorts and that was it.
No shirt. No pants. No jumper. No socks.
Just a pair of Calvin Kleins that hung low on his V-indented hips—identical to the pair of his that I had worn last week. The pair I had been sleeping in for nights.
God, I was pathetic.
Everything I had imagined from the moment I laid eyes on him was right in front of me. And with this unobstructed view came the realization that both my imagination and my visual memory sucked.
