11King had sent a com message about when he’d be arriving. Now her bed was covered with discarded clothing in reaction to knowing he’d be there in two hours. She wanted to be rational and calm, but her mind was determined to focus on one burning question. Would he kiss her again? Her body went into sensory overload at the thought.
She snorted at the discarded clothing. Most of it was so new that several pieces still had the purchase tags attached. Sighing at how stupid she was being about how she looked, she rolled her eyes and narrowed her choices down to two.
She turned at the tap on her bedroom door and smiled at her mother who was grinning at the mess. “Don’t start. I know how bad this is. I’ll hang them all back up when I make up my mind. How did I wear the same clothes for two year
