“Okay.” “Okay?” I ask, shocked. “Well, yeah. I’m not going to force myself on a man who doesn’t want me.” “I didn’t say—” She cuts me off by standing and turning her back to me before looking over her shoulder. “All good, Andre. I’m gonna go take a shower, okay?” She lifts her hands to fix her hair, piling it on top of her head before wrapping a hair tie around it expertly. But I don’t take note of that technique. I’m lost on the way my shirt rides up with the movement, revealing the bottom half of her ass in a thong. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
