AMARA'S POV
“AHHH! Zed! Don’t you know how to knock?!” I screamed, instantly covering my chest with my hands.
He paused in the doorway like I was amusing him.
Then…of course….he smirked.
“You invited me in,” he said casually, stepping inside like the bathroom wasn’t transparent glass and I wasn’t completely naked.
My mouth dropped. “I DIDN’T!”
He shrugged, eyes dragging over my body slowly, shamelessly.
“Well…” he drawled, still walking closer, “you should’ve blocked it from being transparent if you didn’t want me to come in.”
I wanted to disappear.
“Zed, stop looking!” I squeaked, pressing my back to the tiles.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating straight through my bones.
“Why? I’ve seen it before.”
“Not like this!” I whispered harshly, shaking.
He raised a brow, clearly
