Chapter Twenty-One
Russell
“You need to stop staring at my a*s,” Paisley announced.
“Excuse me?”
I turned from where I was sautéeing chicken on the stove. I adjusted the flame to a lower heat and covered the pan. She was sitting on a stool by the counter with her legs crossed and a glass of wine in hand. Her auburn hair was damp from a shower she’d taken after we got home, which I'd shared with her. It had been a most excellent shower. She was wearing one of my T-shirts. I didn't mind admitting I f*****g loved seeing her wear my shirt with her leggings and a pair of fuzzy socks with penguins on them. She was adorably sexy.
“I said that you need to stop staring at my ass.”
“How would you know I'm staring at your a*s?” I countered.
That view was the back of her, so I thought I had a p
