She hesitated. “I just… wanted to check on you.”
That was it.
Sweet. Simple.
But the way she looked at me said there was more underneath.
She was checking on me.
But she was also checkingin.
I reached for the doorframe tighter.
Because I wanted her.
Not just in theI-can’t-stop-thinking-about-her-bodykind of way, though, trust me, that was alive and well.
I wanted her in theI-miss-you-when-you-leave-a-roomkind of way.
And that? That was dangerous.
I stepped back.
“Come in.”
She did, glancing around like she wasn’t sure what to do with her hands. I’d never seen her unsure before. Not like this. She always seemed to take up space effortlessly, laughing and cracking jokes and throwing charm like it was confetti.
But now?
She looked almost… shy.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt anything,” she said, twirling the hem of her shirt.
“You didn’t.”
She glanced at the bed again.
This time I knew I wasn’t imagining it.
And her eyes widened like she realized she’d been caught.
“I just came to… see if you wanted coffee.”
“Coffee?”
She nodded. “There’s a fresh pot downstairs. And maybe I have muffins. And maybe I had too many and needed to offload one.”
I tilted my head. “You’re bribing me with baked goods?”
“Technically, I’m offering you emotional support in the form of carbs.”
I smiled despite myself. “You know I’m not going to be able to say no to you, right?”
Her brows lifted. “Is that true?”
God help me, it was.
I reached up and rubbed the back of my neck. “Fifi—”
