Chapter 24
“Where did you get that shirt?” Wyatt asked when we sat on the couch.
I shrugged. “Old boyfriend. It’s really soft.”
Wyatt calmly took my plate and set it on the table. He urged me forward and ripped the shirt off me. Then he took his off and put it over my head.
“No stuff from old boyfriends while I’m around. If you want to keep it, I won’t tear it to shreds, but I really want to right now.”
“Ooh, I’d love to watch that,” I teased.
He stared at me with heated eyes. His lips twitched. He grabbed the shirt from where he’d put it behind him and put both hands in the collar. His muscles flexed and bulged. He gritted his teeth. The shirt finally tore, the harsh rip of the fabric snapping turning me on.
When it was ripped down the middle, Wyatt tossed it behind the couch. “Wea
