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My fingers skimmed over his collared shirts, running the tips along the soft fabrics. I don’t know what got into me, but I found myself pulling off one of his white collared shirts from the hanger and bringing it up to my nose. I clutched it tight against my chest. Inhaling deep, I wanted to drown in his scent which was suddenly giving me this sense of comfort and relief.
As I walked back into his bedroom, a picture caught my eye on his nightstand. It was the only photo I’d seen in the entire penthouse. Step by step, I didn’t stop until I grabbed it in my hands. The image of us made it hard to stand upright. I had to sit on the edge of his mattress to catch my bearings. There before my very own eyes was the reality of our past staring me right in the face.
It was a picture of Cade, Adrian, and me.
I was standing in the middle with their arms wrapped around my waist. I must have been sixteen at the time. I didn’t remember taking it or why this picture was significant enough for him to frame it and place it on his nightstand where he’d see it every day.
Just when I thought I figured him out, he ripped the rug out from under me. The sound of his shower shutting off brought my attention back to the present. His footsteps quickly followed. I didn’t have to spin around to know he was standing behind me by his bathroom door.
With the photo still in my grasp, I finally turned. Only to find Adrian Drake…
Clean.
Wet.
Naked.
Chapter Eight
Paige
There in all his glory, water glistened off his chiseled physique. Unable to resist the temptation that was this man, my gaze shifted from his face to his chest, to the place I had absolutely no business looking.
His dick.
Holy shit. Did it get bigger?
I sucked in a breath.
When my lustful glare finally met his, I noticed the smuggest grin plastered on his devastatingly handsome face. It instantly washed away all the desire I was feeling for him.
“I see you still have no modesty.”
“You’re in my room, and I have no modesty?”
“Don’t play that game with me.” I rolled my eyes. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
“I don’t know what you’re implying. I showered in my bathroom.”
“How about you cover your cock?”
“What can I say?” He shook his head. “I prefer to air dry.”
“Adrian.” I threw the blanket on the bed at him, and he caught it. “It’s time for me to leave.”
“Try to run, Cherry. Let’s see how fast I can still catch you.”
“You’re the worst.”
“Sweetheart, I’m the best you’ve ever had.”
“You mean in comparison to the twenty guys I’ve been with? I’d say you come in at a close nineteen.”
His jaw clenched. “Well you’ll always be number one for me.”
“I find that hard to believe.”
He made his way over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of gym shorts. I looked the other way while he stepped into them.
