KATY'S POV
I take a deep breath, trying to steady the mess in my chest, then exhale slowly. My hand hovers for a second before I finally knock on Braydon’s door.
My pulse kicks up while I wait for him to answer, but instead of footsteps, his voice floats out. “Come on in.”
I push the air from my lungs and twist the knob, stepping inside.
Braydon’s sitting on the couch like it’s his throne with his legs spread, and one arm hanging over the backrest. As I step forward, he lifts his gaze to me, and my stomach clenches.
I don’t even know what to say and my eyes drag over him before I can stop them. There’s a half-empty jar of Nutella on the table, and for some reason, his fingers are covered with it.
Slowly, he slides one finger into his mouth and licks it clean slowly. Heat creeps up
