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Do not look at his lips. There will be no accidental leaning in. Get your shit together, Lennox!
Understanding pours over me like a bucket of ice water, and my eyes bounce up to Rogan’s lips for a fraction of a second before settling back on his potent stare.
Yes, it’s been a while since a good-looking man got all up in my business, but the fact that my brain just jettisoned off into oh, you know what would be fun? An orgasm! territory is just plain pathetic.
What the hell is wrong with me? It’s as though my hormones are going haywire and misinterpreting everything around me.
I'm now done noting the stupidity of the FM where alpha-asshole is concerned!
I’m painfully aware that I’m naked, but I’m hoping if I don’t draw attention to it that he won’t notice. This plan is getting less and less feasible as I feel my skin morph into a lovely shade of scarlet, but it’s all I have to work with at the moment.
It’s not until I stand up that I realize what a bad idea this was. Because now my crotch is staring him right in his face. He clears his throat softly, and I scramble away from him.
