Lexi
I showed up in my comfiest outfit, tiny black shorts and a thin pink tank top with no bra. I told myself it was because it was hot outside. Total lie. I wanted to see that look on his face again.
He opened the door in gray shorts and a black t-shirt that hugged his chest. His eyes dropped straight to my t**s, then slowly dragged back up to my face.
“Lexi,” he said, voice already a little rough. “You’re trying to kill me tonight, aren’t you?”
I grinned and slipped past him, brushing my body against his on purpose. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Just comfortable clothes. Like you said.”
He closed the door and followed me into the living room. “Comfortable. Sure. Those shorts are criminal.”
I dropped onto his couch, tucking my legs under me. “You’ve seen me in less. Sto
