Rylie's POV
I had no idea what to do as my mind went blank. I fought to tear my eyes away but I couldn't. It was like my body wasn't mine to control again.
"Rylie! Get out!" Blake yelled, jolting me back to reality.
"Oh, yeah!" I responded, grabbing the door knob and immediately pulling the door shut.
I stepped away from the door until my back reached the wall behind me and I slowly slipped to the floor with a sigh.
What in heaven's name did I just see?
I would never be able to unsee it. That's for sure.
Blake Weston. Butt ass naked. Dancing in front of his mirror with a hairbrush in his hand.
Yeah, that s**t was burned into my brain. I'd see it every night while I slept for at least six months.
"Today just isn't my day," I groaned, burying my face in my hands.
