Then I spend a few minutes in front of the mirror, marveling at the woman staring back at me.
Taking a deep breath, I strut over to the door. I’m only halfway down the stairs when Uri appears at the landing. He’s wearing dark, slim-fitting jeans and a dark sweater that hugs his sculpted chest perfectly. He’s also wearing a knowing smile that’s all for me.
It’s a fairly conservative compliment, at least compared to some of the things he whispered in my ear during last night’s midnight f**k, but the way he’s looking at me is far from chaste. My heart races as I try not to blush.
“You went shopping for me?”
He shrugs. “You needed clothes.”
I frown. “I live right next door. I have a bunch of clothes over there that you could have brought over.”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, you snob. You still
