He grunts. “Come inside so I can see them better in the light.” The invitation is innocent, but my body doesn’t seem to get the memo as Declan ushers me into his room and toward the light on his nightstand. “Let me go put some clothes on.” Please don’t. Whatever expression I have on my face makes the corners of his lips lift. “I’ll be back in a second.” He walks toward his closet, only to look over his shoulder at the last second. My cheeks burn from being caught ogling him. He raises a brow. “It’s rude to stare.” “Then don’t walk around naked to begin with. Problem solved.” Atta girl.
