Gideon hovered in the doorway looking…well, thoroughly debauched for lack of a better term. I knew that it was just that I’d caught him while he was sleeping but… I tried to swallow past my watering mouth. And to stop the flush that rushed up through my neck and into my cheeks like wildfire.
His hair was a state, looking like a thousand hands had been run through it. His shirt was loose around his neck, buttoned-up wrong enough to expose part of the strong, flat plane of his stomach. I pulled my eyes away, forced them up from that sliver of bronzed, delectable skin.
“Margaux,” he finally croaked, reaching up to try and smooth down his riotous locks. They just sprung back into place. I’d probably made him self-conscious with my staring. It’d made me self-conscious with my staring.
But
