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She heads in the direction of the fitting rooms before I get a chance to say a word. I follow behind like a good best friend with the lingerie set swinging from my fingers.
I don’t really want to try it on—it’ll mean standing in front of at least one full-length mirror with my battered shoulder on display.
Probably the exact reason why you should do this.
The fitting rooms are empty, just four lonely cubicles with their heavy curtains tied back, waiting for someone to use them.
Jodie selects one, and I choose the opposite in case she feels the need to share her wares—which she probably will.
It’s been a long time since there was any shame between us. We have literally seen everything and talked about everything else. Usually, I’d love a trip like this—a slightly less expensive one maybe.
Unhooking the curtain, I allow it to fall closed behind me, hang the lingerie from the hook and drop my bag to the chair in the corner.
I stare at myself in the mirror, trying to dig some of my old self up from somewhere to find the courage I need.
I hate that it’s even an issue. My stomach knots up as I chastise myself for being so pathetic. But I can’t help it.
After sucking in a deep breath, I shrug off the cover-up I’m wearing over my fitted t-shirt dress that hides my upper arm. And without looking in the mirror, I strip down to nothing but my thong.
“Oh my God, Toby is going to blow his load when he sees this one,” Jodie announces happily, dragging me back to reality.
“Lucky arsehole,” I call back, although it’s with a heavy heart.
He’s going to look at her like she’s the only woman in the world.
I want that. I crave that. Even more so now I’ve got this ugliness on my shoulder.
“He’s not the only one,” a deep, familiar voice growls from behind me.
My eyes shoot up, but before I manage to scream, a hot hand is wrapped around my mouth to stop me.
18
BRIANNA
“You don’t need to be dressed in anything and I’m always dangerously close to blowing, Siren.”
My wide eyes hold his in the mirror, my heart like a runaway train in my chest.
“You’ve been ignoring me,” he breathes, running the tip of his nose along the shell of my ear.
I try to scream at him, to tell him to get the fuck off me, but it’s pointless. Instead, I go for actions over words.
I start swinging my arms backward in the hope of hurting him enough to force him to let go.
But all the motherfucker does every time I land a less-than-impressive blow on him is chuckle. And before I know it, he’s somehow managed to gather both my wrists up in one of his giant hands, stopping me from fighting.
I gasp when the entire front of my body is pressed against the cold glass mirror before me.
“Nico,” I cry from behind his hand, making him laugh once more.
“All you had to do was talk to me, babe,” he soothes in my ear. “But I must confess that right now, I’m damn glad you didn’t.”
He leans closer, aligning every inch of his body against mine. It’s impossible to miss just how hard he is as his erection presses against my arse.
Heat floods my core and my thighs tighten of their own volition. My nipples pucker against the mirror, begging for his warm touch instead.
“I just needed to know that you were okay.”
