Rowan's POV
She lunged for it, flustered beyond reason, my mind filled in all the blanks she didn’t want me seeing.
“Give that back,” she said, trying to sound stern but already betraying herself, because her voice cracked slightly.
I held the nightgown up, letting it dangle from two fingers. “So this is your taste?” I said again with my brows raised. Her face went red instantly, no hesitation, pure combustion.
“My taste? Why would I wear something like that? For who?” She planted her hands on her hips, glaring at me like I was the one being unreasonable.
I leaned back against the sofa, letting my irritation slip into a lazy smirk. “For a man. Isn’t that the point of something like this?” I pushed at her buttons. She froze, then scoffed with the kind of incredulity only Li
