Cooper’s POV
I have no idea what time it is when she knocks on my door. I know that it must be at least midnight, because we stayed up until ten or eleven playing video games in her living room—and, okay, intermittently making out—after which point we said goodnight, went to our separate rooms, and attempted to go to sleep.
I haven’t managed to fall asleep, of course. Every time I close my eyes, I see her beautiful face, get a raging hard-on, and… well, you get the idea.
I’m not hard when she knocks on the door, but you’d better believe that changes pretty much the instant I open my eyes and look at her.
She’s wearing a nightgown—not exactly lingerie, but a pretty, sheer, white number that teases the perfection beneath it enough to taunt me. I can see the curve of her giant, supple bre
